Lyme Life

When I wake tomorrow morning, who will I be
A man who’s strong and willing or lost and angry?
Someone’s cherished lover or my lover’s enemy?
Ah this Lyme life, cuts like a dull knife
Ah this Lyme life, the shadow left is me

I loved the woods and the wildest places
I made trails there that left no traces
Followed them to the oceans roar
Who on earth could have asked for more?
I spoke with seals and the white deer running
Hawks and owls and a cougar cunning
Breathed with dolphins as they swam by
Blood red sunset in my eyes

And when I wake tomorrow morning, will I be alone?
A man with spark and humor, or wits as dull as stone
Will my body then betray me and tremble to the bone?
Ah this Lyme life, cuts like a dull knife
Ah this Lyme life, the shadow left is me

So much to learn, where do I turn
Now that I’ve lost my health, my sanity
I’m angry, I’m sad, I’m frightened, I’m mad
Feeling the bite of inhumanity

When I wake tomorrow morning, who will I be
A man who’s strong and willing or lost and angry?
Someone’s cherished lover or my lover’s enemy?
Ah this Lyme life, cuts like a dull knife
Ah this Lyme life, where is my sweet life?
Ah this Lyme life, the shadow left is me