I am running my fingers Where the fracture has healed, Just a line of scar tissue Where the wound is concealed. It's been so long, The day is done but it's never gone. I am fighting something off. I can feel it in my chest like a cough, And I feel something coming On. Yeah, what is the shot? And how does it make you feel? Does the aging distort The frames in the reel? You can fight the facts But you can't fight the feelings. Your eyes open and vacant Staring up at the ceiling. It's been so long, The day is done but it's never gone. I am fighting something off, When you know that it's right But it still feels wrong, And I can feel something coming on.