Day by day to get your fill
To feed the need that nobody will
To stand in line pass the time
And wait

When I get some light
I’m wound up way to tight
Well I know you’re right
I’ll get to the bread line
When I get to the bread line

Shannon January tries
He shows the world his sharpest eyes
He knows no word for second place
He knows to rise and show his face

And every time you try to rise
To push against un moveable lies
Hold them there until you care enough
To let them die

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Words & music by John Hofmann