january song

i'm so tightly wound in tension, feel just like a guitar string, waiting to reveal emotions, touch me and you'll hear me sing, i'm so tired of being wired, but there so much that i have to do, tidy up the place for monday, when she's buried in her dancing shoes, my journey has been so hard lately, been having to get out and push, lift me standing on the sidewalk, talking to a burning bush, politicians selling freedom, bumper sticker, 50 cents, asking what he wants to be free from, answer don't make any sense, somewhere on the fall horizon, gonna wash away my sins, turn around and taste tomorrow, this is how the end begins