Sonny boy wore a silver chain
And he sold the tracks for the train
But I've got a hat in my hand that fit my best to a T
Broken easily

Took the street from the curb below
Where it's too disturbing to go
Holding a needle in my hand above the symphony
Broken easily

While the trumpets blare
Dissipate to air
And I've got praying hands hanging
From a silver chain

With a talent for catastrophe
I can't explain
When i count the steps to safety
That i know will protect me
The pain it just doesn't move
Away from me