Waking From Nothing

Walking from Nothing Time is that conundrum we can never understand. The present is the line where the past and the future meet like the line in the sand where the water stops. We exist on the line that has no substance. So, what if the present is the only reality? There is no past, nor future, while we are awake. Our existence is but a day. On waking, we make up the past and can only imagine the future. Death is when we go to sleep. [Verse 1] I never go to sleep, but I keep waking up Door swings one way, world's rearranged in dust Clocks jumped ahead, light's a stranger's hue Steppin' on stage, play's half through [Chorus] Oh the gaps, the gaps, they swallow whole No sleep no seam, just a ragged soul Wakin' from nothin', inventin' the thread Livin' but a day, 'til the mornin' is dead [Verse 2] Yesterday didn't exist, just echoes I stitch Memory's rumor, a lie in the ditch No driftin' off, time's a blurred missing reel Past ain't a place, it's a wound that won't heal [Chorus] Oh the gaps, the gaps, they swallow whole No sleep no seam, just a ragged soul Wakin' from nothin', inventin' the thread Livin' but a day, 'til the mornin' is dead [Verse 3] Each eye-open's a birth, not a tired return New me steps up, old one's ash in the urn Forgettin's the cradle, self's a polite pretend Overlappin' ghosts, swearin' they'll never end [Chorus] Oh the gaps, the gaps, they swallow whole No sleep no seam, just a ragged soul Wakin' from nothin', inventin' the thread Livin' but a day, 'til the mornin' is dead [Verse 4] We live but a day, years just tall tales we claim Mornin's first spark, night's the end of the game Borrowed time drifts, or feel this one's bite Today’s all we hold—only chance, pure light [Outro] Oh the gaps... the gaps... (fade with harmonica wail, wind howls, piano stumbles slow) Livin' but a day... but a day... gone... === Prompt Tom Waits November style, raw gravelly male vocals like Tom Waits or Chuck E. Weiss, deep raspy growl, no smooth singing, dusty pump piano, clanking junkyard drums, moaning harmonica, cold wind whistles, 4 verses, chorus after every verse, outro fade