"Feeling Low"
words and music by Ronald J. Young

Clamped down hard
Life in a jar
Can't get out
I've left no doubt
Scamps in shame
I've wrecked my name
Time's no more
I've locked the door

Because now I'm off on an endless train
The drums beating louder in my brain
Everything's been left up to chance
Designed on the whims of a circumstance

I'm feeling low

Cleansed by fire
I'm still a liar
Tried and true
I can't get through
Evening sun
I'm not the one
I've lost my shell
I'm here in hell

As I face perigean tides
I can see I won't get out alive
Everything's been left up to chance
Designed on the whims of a circumstance

Dreams of life
Forgotten strife
Tired and blue
Wrapped up in you
I can't stop now
I'm lost somehow
After noon
Impending doom

Because...