From the recording Like a Viking
An honest closing reflection on emotional disconnection, where joy is visible but just out of reach.
Lyrics
I wake in the morning, the sky painted gold
But the warmth never reaches, my hands stay cold
I carry a smile, but it’s thin as glass
It breaks in the silence when the good times pass
I sit with the people, their laughter rings true
I nod and I echo, but I’m not there too
Like a shadow in daylight, I drift and I fade
A ghost in the garden where no joy is made
And I wonder why
The light won’t stay
Every step I take
It fades away
On the wrong side of happy, where the colors turn gray
I reach out for tomorrow, but it slips away
I can see the horizon, but it don’t see me
On the wrong side of happy, is where I’ll be
I walk through the meadow, the flowers bloom wild
But thorns cut the fingers of a hopeful child
Every promise I planted, it withered and died
Like a ship in the harbor with no wind to guide
And I try to hold
What I can’t keep
It runs through my hands
Like a dream in sleep
On the wrong side of happy, where the colors turn gray
I reach out for tomorrow, but it slips away
I can see the horizon, but it don’t see me
On the wrong side of happy, is where I’ll be
Maybe hope is a doorway, and I can’t find the key
Maybe joy is a river, always rushing past me
But I’ll keep on walking, though the night feels long
Searching for the daylight in a lonesome song
On the wrong side of happy, where the heart feels thin
I’ve been knocking at the doorway, but can’t get in
If love comes to find me, maybe I’ll be free
From the wrong side of happy that’s haunted me