I look for clues at the window
I strain to hear above the band
I'd give my all for an outcome of some consequence
I'm calling out for a hand up
Waiting for you to be true to your word
An old theme to a story that's never quite told
I try
I try to make something out of nothing
Everything's there for the taking
A promise of silver and gold
But I'm scratching around for the crumbs left under the table
Mornings of pages a washing away
If I could reveal what is hiding
How long til the gates fly open
I try
I try to make something out of nothing
I suffer to come to conclusion
I've lingered here for too long
How you call it, how you curse it
Laboured compromise
Under the rug behind the couch
Gathered in dust piles
Swept into corners lost floating in atmosphere
Lost drown the drain
Pieces go missing a tiresome game
Tossed like a pebble into the sea
Buried like treasure forsaken words fail me
Though I try, though I try
I try to make something