Trying to clean 'til it shines
There's always something out of line
The flailing hope that if you mend the mess
You could be someone else
Only the one that came and went
The season of you discontent
They always call your name
You never make it to the train
The one you're seeking's still the same
You know a lot more about shame
There's no punch you throw
Think you're ready for battle
With open fly and shoes unlaced ?
Your shining hour of some kind
With stars and armies well aligned