The storm clouds swept you away
And left me here to dream these dreams
Of gold streets and love
Is there still love between us?

The fish tank you built in the atrium
It’s losing everyone’s attention and care
Well it’s all I have left
and it’s withering

There’s nothing tangible
to grasp in this mind set
I’m caught between the apathy of life
and hopes for fulfilled dreams

“Wake up dear, it’s time for school.
The weather man said that it will be cold
so bring your coat.
I hope that you studied for your test”.
The past is a pale white fog
Its thickness grows with each passing day
Now I can’t see five inches in front of me

There’s nothing tangible
to grasp in this mind set
I’m caught between the apathy of life
and hopes for fulfilled dreams
There’s nothing tangible to grasp
in this mind set
I’m caught between the apathy of life
and hopes for fulfilled dreams

Oh the night on the trimmed lawn
When I clenched tight to the pipe
At the tail of the lawn mower
And I blistered my hand
I slept on the kitchen floor
With my fist in a bowl of ice
And you laid by my side
and said the pain will subside
You just gotta to give it time

“Oh, the pain will subside,
buddy, just close your eyes
You’ve gotta give it time.
The weeks…they crept by
and the burn it faded
But left a bright red scare

There’s nothing tangible
to grasp in this mind set
I’m caught between the apathy of life
and hopes for fulfilled dreams