99 Channels

I was a fool, belated and labored 

Sharpened my tools but never did use 'em

I bated my breath but couldn't hold on 

Watched smoke dissipate, then got bored and left. 

There's rust covering everything we've neglected

What isn't maintained will need some repair

A penny a day, copper in the coffer

Some give and some take is all I've got to spare.

What will it take to see plans to fruition?

Half a days wages just to see dawns light? 

I've dwindled my drive on embittered volition 

It wasn't ambition that darkened my skies.

They say the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree

But mine grew on a hill, and I've got nothing to eat 

I can spend my days working hands to the bone 

And still find plenty of sins to atone

Always feeling like the prodigal son

Still running away from home

The deepest mine echos the loudest

But I can't hear a damn thing. 

99 channels yet there's nothing on.

It's not worth getting worked up over. 

You're never getting that time back. 

Batteries are dead, time to give it a rest.