Facing Wrong Direction

Quiet are you
Before the call
Silent as anvils
Before they fall
Blinded by right
Are the sickened with truth
When the ultimate answer
Is just an excuse
If I could say good-bye
Just one more time tonight
I'd be out of the cold
and into the fray
With everyone screaming
and nothing to say
Angry am I
That can't be alone
Repeating the cycle
At the sound of the tone
If I could say good-bye
Just one more time tonight
I'd be on your payroll
Wishing myself dead
And the only composure
Is a saying unsaid
If I could say good-bye
One last time before you try
I'd be wrong anyway
Too drunk to remember
Too old to crawl
The higher the plateau
The harder the fall