To The Good

Does your soul burn? Does it ache when you touch it?
Trace a vein to the source and let the blood course wicked undaunted to the good.
Just like it should.
I'm a half ounce of magic Cruise immortal to the good.
And I only wish I wasn't all alone
But carry that inside me - cure unknown
And it holds me like I'm naked - blind with trust
A child of heaven, breathing on the dust.

Just barely unfamiliar, it's an east coast neighborhood.
So bathed in History I'm drifting vacant to the good.
A stillness won't surround me but I'm trying
A stillness won't surround me but I'm reaching
The silence warm and haunted all around me,
I listen but a stillness won't surround me.
So I'll leave this incomplete, calling my name
I'm wanting for the good but I just can't play the game.