Prize

The night of a thousand verses

One thousand friends said have you heard

What we expected

We are all working late and

Waiting to win a prize we dont deserve

And live to collect it

Cant you see Im weary

Maybe this news can wait

The night of a thousand verses

One thousand strivers strain to hear

A voice thats left us

And the magazines still have to sell us

Twelve mastergeniuses a year

Its all so shameless

Cant you see Im weary

Maybe this news can wait

Cant you see Im blurry

Maybe this news can wait

Maybe there was a message in it

I dont know where you hid it

Maybe there was a piece that will fit

I dont know where to fit it

Tell me what kind of prize can you get

Where you dont want to win it? 

Cant you see Im weary

Maybe this news can wait

Cant you see Im blurry

Maybe this blues can wait.