Stuck (a song)

You tell me who abandoned who on the dock

You tell me who turned away to chase the

Neon of the boardwalk

When the ferris wheel went around I wondered why 

I hadn’t just left town 

And in the fun house mirror all I saw was your 

ignorance and fear and 

The reason and the order of the past

All tumbled back

In my white dress gaze arrested on the one 

That loved me last 

Refusing to act in a way that would betray a lack

Of that thing that could send good people to heaven

If there ever was a heaven

Now it’s behind bars

Instead of heaven there’s a train

It has its hedonistic cars

And you can ride with the leaden eyed

Or keep quiet where you are

You’re not a martyr if you’re not having fun

You’re just stuck thinking of some one