Ashes and Echoes

One of these days,
The right words will come to me —
Beautiful and strange, because I'm losing all sense of feeling.
I'm on the same page, but the words are foreign to my eyes.
They aren't focusing;
They're blurred and hypnotized.

One of these days,
I'm gonna ride the storm away.
I'll pack all my things, and I'll throw 'em to the wind.
I'll find a million ways, but just one I want to take.
I've gotta get out of this grave,
And leave, in peace, the worst part of me.