The Day I Lost My Voice

It's sure as the floor 'neath my toes and somehow not surprised
That I was superimposed somehow in this life
And if my friends and my foes would just drop me a line, it'd be nice

You see love is a drink that goes straight to my head
And time is a lover and I'm caught in her stare
And the sentiment there follows me straight to my bed through the night

I've got my life in a suitcase and ready to run, run, run away
I got no time 'cause I'm always trying to run, run, run away
'Cause everyday it feels like it's only a game
I've got my life in a suitcase, a suitcase, a suitcase, a suitcase

What could be an anchor here, with a storm on the rise
When you never meant to see so clear when smoke gets in your eyes
And the men in the moon never makes his replies understood

...
For a moment I was one man and the world made sense
And for a moment here this storm made no consequence

'Cause everyday it feels like it's only a game


*by the abominably talented, one and only, Copeland. (lyrics to "The Day I lost My Voice", also known as "the Suitcase Song.")