A Raindance in Traffic - The Wonder Years

I’m fantasizing about doing a raindance in traffic

I’m fantasizing about a storm to wash me away

If you’d study the laugh-lines, you’d see that I’m cracking

I spent six months now feeling like dead weight

The fighter in me must have died a long time ago

I must have been watching his ghost;

Just going through the motions, just putting on a face

It feels like 1929 and I’m on the verge of a great collapse today

Every window in this house faces a brick wall

I’m panicked and absent like a bird in a cage

The word from the front lines says that we’re out-gunned

But I can’t walk away, no, I can’t walk away, no, I can’t

I was just happy to be a contender

I was just aching for anything

And I used to have such steady hands but

Now I can’t keep 'em from shaking

I can’t keep 'em from shaking