All I've Got

Tim looks up from stocking shelves
And then he starts to doubt himself
The hours are long, the pay is poor
But it's the longest he's ever kept a job for

He's holding down a steady life
Armed with a price tagger and a packing knife
Doesn't speak much anymore
Until he's alone at midnight and
It tumbles into the open

"What's the point
If oracles with visions
Can bleed out
Just like the next man
What's the point
In hiding

All I've got
Are smoky rooms and issues
And around eighty seven
Nightmares
So tell me
What's the point in hiding
They're just gonna find me"

Finds his ground on the vinyl floor
When ghosts amble into the grocery store
Keep it light, be strong
Keep it together and carry on

Sometimes the corners of his eyes will cheat
And imagine someone sleeping in the passenger seat
He'll pull over and he'll breathe all wrong
Escaping the nausea as
He tumbles into the open

"What's the point
If oracles with visions
Can bleed out
Just like the next man
What's the point
In hiding

All I've got
Are smoky rooms and issues
And around eighty seven
Nightmares
So tell me
What's the point in hiding
They're just gonna find me"

And in the dead of spring
When the heat begins to sing
He'll spend all night by windowsills
On guard for anything

"What's the point
If oracles with visions
Can bleed out
Just like the next man
What's the point
In hiding

All I've got
Are smoky rooms and issues
And around eighty seven
Nightmares

All I've got
Are catalysts and horrors
Like the world has never seen

All I've got
Are coffee mugs and mirrors and halls
And survivor's guilt
So tell me
What's the point in hiding
They're just gonna find me"