29 January 1999
Mr. Bryce And The Roaches

No connections now I’m far away
I’m always moving on
I try to prevent sorrow from finding me
When it does I am
Soon gone.

Another key to another room
I sit my suit case on the bed
I take the bible
From the top drawer
And place a Courtenay there instead.

To the spiders and old walls at night
I cry my silent tears
And soon realise
That this new place
Didn’t rid me of my fears.

In the morning I pack up again
Leave the key at the front desk
And I walk to find
The next place where
I may lie down and rest.

It’s always the same now
Whether it be for days or even weeks
But soon life catches up to me
And I have tear stains
On my cheeks.

I try hard to believe
In the power of one
But the world doesn’t clear my mind
And the motel on the corner
Has a guest book I haven’t signed.

I am always moving on
But I have no where to go
Life must have a place for me
Where it is I just don’t know.