Side of the Road

I'm half dead I'm a third alive A quarter ticking over in the middle By the side of the road Don't get surrounded by people you hate Who choke you out the house down the Path and out the garden gate All in or never We're worse when we're together Whi

Something better than this, someplace I'd like to go To let all I've learned tell me what I know About the kind of life I never thought I'd live Till the ugly truth showed me what it did Let it pass on the side of the road What a friend could tell me