At the start of the conversation
I didn't have too much to say
I was looking for some inspiration
You just got in my way
Took a shot at an easy target
You were too stunned to say anything
You were the unsuspecting martyr
You were not the most dangerous game
Bring my courage back now
Bring it back to me
I'm tired of being afraid of what I can't change
Want to be living free
Well it could be that I was mistaken
Or maybe I deceived myself
But it's hard to understand somebody
Who doesn't want to understand himself
There's an ocean of unlatched windows
And a world of unlocked homes
The only reason anybody still feels safe
Is most people still knock on the door
Bring my courage back now
Bring it back to me
I'm ired of being afraid of what I can't change
I want to be living free
I don't want to be a prisoner
Bound by these chains
Don't want to be a prisoner
Want to be free agin
Though we all return to dust
There's a lot of us
In an terrible rush to...
By the end of the inquisition
I was brought back from the brink
Torquemada and a couple of friends got together
All went out for drinks
Left me here in this empty dungeon
While they're living it up downtown
As if they never even existed
Doesn't make much difference now
Bring my courage back now
Bring it back to me
Tired of being afraid of what I can't change
And I want to be living free
I don't want to be a prisoner
Bound by these chains
Slave to my fear
I want to be free again
Well some take the road to Damascus
Some take the road to hell
I'll take Highway One to the evergreens
And everything will turn out well
It takes a Glen Phillips penned Toad backed tune to so enigmatically describe every other breakup you've had.
This just never gets old.
Trevor Hartigan