Intermission

I'm so tired but I can't sleep

My mind is full but I can't speak

Among the dust of the hard-to-reach I'm stuck

Right here somewhere between side a and side b

I could call it compromise

Or just an intermission

Some kind of consolation prize

For the race I never finished

I want to turn these tired gears

I want to feel the follow-through

Some kind of equilibrium

Something to set my watch to

I'm here somewhere between

Victory and a white flag

Caught in this purgatory dream I'm stuck

But I want to set the record straight

I want to retrace my every step

If I could just rewind all the tapes

Then maybe I'd find my loose thread

Call it a compromise

Or just an intermission

Some kind of consolation prize

So close but never finished

I want to turn these tired gears

I want to feel the follow-through

Some kind of equilibrium

Something to set my watch to