Splinters

Going back to the begining Seems this track is always commin round again, Just when I think my odds are winning Sure as night It all falls apart like sand... And I'm standing here thinking things About how to pull through I'm writin down, Mouthin sounds, How do I bring it all back around to you... Its the annual fall I have Walkin on shards of glass Feelin I'm loosin touch And a pint don't do much now to aid me... Sun won't you save me... Time keeps on tickin I'm just sittin here wishin I was somewhere else And the fear comes around again like winter I've splinters in my runnin shoes so Which race do I run now?