Matthew Mullen on Clubhouse

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Hey tired man I see you walk alone. The wrinkles on your face, a map of all your pain. Your expression becomes an open book of time, filled with pages of forgotten hopes. Good intentions, regret, disillusion with life, animosity, unbridled purity.
All these things I swear I see and your eyes tell me all you could never be. So many times I’ve stared into the eyes of the young, the old, the lonely and the wise. Just to find a glimpse of all I have not seen. Just to find some peace for my jaded mind.
Don’t want to live my life by the second hand of a clock that’s long since past me by. You say I’ve got to stay in line. We’ll your line is going nowhere and so are you.
Choices decisions made smoking away the pain inside. Sit back & watch it all go by. We could never find the peace of mind we need. We hide it away for another day. Sit back everything’s gonna be all right.
Rivers of pain map your aging skin, your expression a journal of where you’ve been. All your dreams & chances lost.
You walk along the dotted line.

Do you remember a time when you used to dream? Do you remember a time when you used to live? All your dreams & chances they’re all gone. So you gave it all away unable to say all you want to say. Look at you now- turned out to be a face of misery.
Look at you now a rotten apple’s all I see.