Thrown (Freddy's Song)
(c) 2004 Brian Madison

In the morning I go off to work, at night I go to bed
With fantasies of vindication swirling in my head
I toss and turn and dream a universe where I can't lose
A testament to all the other paths I didn’t choose
In spite of all the obstacles I struggle to achieve
And dissipate my energies on things I don't believe
Connected to a vision never found although I seek
My loyalty and silence bought and paid for by the week

Some men live lives of quiet desperation, son it’s true
But that doesn’t really mean it has to be the same for you

When you're young they'll offer you a spot upon their shelf
A chance to be a part of something lesser than yourself
They'll lure you in with glory tales as banners are unfurled
But don't join a corporation if you want to change the world
I've seen the mouse-men scurry as they tried to please the boss
Then numb their pain and sorrow as they minimize their loss
A million small humiliations suffered every day
I never drink with them 'cause I'm afraid of what I'd say

Some men live lives of quiet desperation, son it’s true
But that doesn’t really mean it has to be the same for you

So many times I've seen the march of those who had to leave
When times were bad and for the rest there was no time to grieve
I'd sit there shaken waiting for the other shoe to drop
Then one year later watched them usher in another crop
And what I took away from this would never make me wise
I keep my head down hoping they won’t see it in my eyes
I'm paralyzed trapped by a beast that's mindless, artless, blind
But knows a family man just can't afford an axe to grind

Some men live lives of quiet desperation, son it’s true
But that doesn’t really mean it has to be the same for you

Inside I'm waiting, wanting, fighting, crying to get out
I feel panic, manic, messianic, plagued by fear and doubt
It seems like every day I blow another lifetime chance
Outside I look like everyone else walking in a trance
But I go on believing that it never is too late
And I can’t escape the feeling I was meant for something great
In times of crystal clarity I know I've hade enough
It's only fools who never see a diamond in the rough

Some men live lives of quiet desperation, son it’s true
But that doesn’t mean it has to be the same for me and you


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