Cumulus
Written September 8, 2004

A "closing of the chapter", if you will; a final farewell to an old life of stress and an eager glance toward a better tomorrow. All masked as a song about suicide. Too many metaphors to count.

I'm stumbling every step of the way today
I've got these clouds in my head that just won't seem to blow away
It's been so long since I had some sun in this life
Would it be so bad to let it shine this time?

The clock on the wall won't tick any slower for me
And the future's closing in on me and picking up speed
It won't be too long before I make it to another end
Could it be all right? Guess I'll find out then

But it's hard to wait for your maker
Without wanting to know where he's been
And if dying's all it takes to call him home
What's a drop in this bucket of sin?

(Chorus)
A lifetime is over, and so long ago
I never thought I could sink that low

I called the reverend for my last rites, and he said
"Boy, don't you know there ain't no gain being dead?"
Well, I reasoned with him, and it resounded in my head
And now I think dying might at least erase my debt

And it's hard to wait for the answers
When no one wants to know what you've asked
And the denial that I've carried to the edge
I've learned to accept it at last

Repeat chorus

The colors fade, red to black
This soul is mine and I want it back

A lifetime is over, and now I know
How wrong I was to not let this go...