Lyrics:

I started working at the second hand
i thought it would make me more colorful
i saw the world as a stitch and patch
i saw the sky as torn grey wool
i started working as a dime store clerk
i thought it would make me the kind to put you first
my only dreams were in fluorescents light
My only goal was to forget what i was worth
i want to see how it takes me
i want to see how the pouder burns
don't want to keep what i can't have more of
don't want to wait and miss my turn

i started working as a tour guide
i thought it would make me believe my own words
every patient thought just passed me by
every truth i said sounded just absurd
i started working at a small town church
i thought it would make me a better man
they said the sins i had would fly away
as if the birds were in the palms of my own hands
i want to see how it takes me
i want to see how the pouder burns
don't want to keep what i can't have more of
don't want to wait and miss my turn
i want to see how it takes me
i want to see how the pouder burns
don't want to keep what i can't have more of
don't want to wait and miss my turn