I Want To Know What

The High Ideals And Promises You Once Dressed The Future In Are Dancing In The Embers With The Wind.

Coffee In The Morning, Cocaine Afternoons.

Hunger In The Midnight, Hunger At The Stroke Of Noon Hunger In The Banquet, Hunger In The Bride And Groom Hunger On The Tv, Hunger On The Printed Page And There's A God-sized Hunger Underneath The Questions Of The Age

Out Into The Cool Of The Evening Strolls The Pretender. He Knows That All His Hopes And Dreams Begin And End There.

I Look Around For The Friends I Used To Turn To Pull Me Through. Looking Into Their Eyes, I See Them Running, Too.