the 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