In the Wrong Song

I wrote this just before I went to India and came back to find my band turned against me. How apt:

In the wrong song

I’m in the wrong song
I’ve been droning on
For far too long
Droning on and on
For far too long
In the wrong song

I hoped it would change
Grow into something less strange
Into something not quite so deranged

I hoped I would find
My otherness easier to hide
Easier to conceal and fester inside

I’m in the wrong song
It’s been going on
For far too long
In the wrong song
It feels so wrong
Like I don’t belong

I fight to find the words
That bubble up to surface
They settle on top of the absurd

I try to find the rhyme
I strive desperately to stay in time
Or prop up the structures that I undermine

I’m in the wrong song
I’ve been going on and on
For far too long

In the wrong song
I don’t belong
I’ve come undone
My isolation has begun

In the wrong song
I’m hunted down
I’ve come undone
My persecution has begun

In the wrong song