Diet of Strange Places - K.D. Lang

Starving, I’ve got this hunger

Growling from deep within

Carving an internal thunder

Oh a craving that wears me thin

Well, it’s hard to ingest

So many faces

I get my fill but still

Those passersby

Leave me empty

On a diet of strange places

It all should enhance my senses

Tell me why

Does the spice of loneliness

Seem all but tasteless

And lays there

To haunt me from inside

And leaves me…

Many a trap

Are set and baited

From tension

Of temptation of the game

But ones who are fed

Are those who waited

Takes…

Leaves it curbed and tame

Only time’ll find me home

And safely sated

But until that time I’ll remain