Woke up where I fell I forgot I am not feeling anything
Stood up to recall the draw we called when we last stepped into the ring
 
Nothing on, nothing off, it’s  just the hum in my head
I’d say I’d gone soft, but I’m already in bed

There’s barely a spark left in me
Mistakes were made in the continuity
There’s barely a spark left for me
I’ve lost my spot in your hierarchy 

Tried to sleep now it seems my dreams were cracking beams covering joy
Nothing on, nothing off, scrape away the man until you hit the boy

There’s barely a spark left in me
Now on the last of the three
There’s barely a spark left for me
Anchored by what could be

Sailors live high on the hog ’til the prologue of fog wrote their capsizing
There’s nothing on and nothing off the look in a drowning man’s eyeing

There’s barely a spark left in me
Bound to drift as absentee
There’s barely a spark left for me 
Doused by an unknown sea