S p a s f o r t h e s o u l
When searching our souls we may find gaping holes that might as well be the size of Texas
But what we do next leaves most mostly perplexed as in the case of two dear friends
Lying awake sometimes pain will scrape like a cold and heavy rake
Tearing the skin and then entering in to hit bone
But as we get old, spas for the soul will pick up who’s left at the taverns and bars
And how could we know before we’re grown that all that we need is already ours
Young and confused we maintain that we use as a way to let go
Unwinded minds after pills, shots and lines to relax
And as he gets deeper with a buzz he’s more and more alive
He gets into his bed and gets out of his head for what will be the last time
And as he’s found, it tears up the ground from under a friend who can’t understand
How as we let go, all that we know may never come back to a cold empty hand
Mark came to work at the school for a while so that Nate could take a break
He lifted the mood as he set out to prove he had soul
And on a Thursday we shared lunch and dreams of life up ahead
Not knowing on Friday he’d take of his clothes and pronounce himself dead
But as he soared off the fifth floor, he said to the world that he just couldn’t stay
And as we feel the cost of life that was lost, his spirit is free day after day
So as we get old, spas for the soul will pick up who’s left at the taverns and bars
And how could we know before we’re grown that all that we need is already ours.
