Idle Hands

Pride is cold comfort to the lonely man
 But I'm not alone, I do the best I can
 To hold onto my ego
 It's tenuous in the best of times
 And I got lost down 25
 I just want to arrive
 A head in the clouds can take its toll on a man
 The thinning air, the beauty all around
 Not close enough to touch
 It might be too much
 For heart as faint as mine
 Give me a sign
 What do I know?
 The path just goes where it wants to go
 And who can I see
 About these idle hands at the heart of me?
 What do I know?
 In God we trust you just get one time around
 What kind of fool who hadn't hit the ground
 Would lie down and surrender?
 I think I'd find some comfort there
 But damn torpedoes, I don't care
 All is fair
 What do I know?
 The path just goes where it wants to go
 And who can I see
 About these idle hands at the heart of me?
 What do I know?
 Wealth is wasted on the wicked and wise
 Save the consolation prize
 Don't want to work on my disguise
 Thinly veiled pain, a funeral smile