APATHY ©1998 Fred Haring/BMI Apathy, you stole my directions left me in neutral without compass or trail Apathy, I'm in a jail cell of comfort you hold the key, and I never set bail Apathy, your thumbprint's on my soul robbed me of purpose, like a thief in the night Apathy, you impaired my vision now I'm blind to darkness, indifferent to light You burned the letters I could have sent took the meaning I could have meant you pawned conviction for an easy chair and left a man who could have cared Apathy, you sold me into slavery chains of inaction bind the wind and the sail Apathy, you left me without questions all the answers come up lifeless and stale You spit out the seeds I could have sewn rusted the horns I could have blown you pawned conviction for an easy chair and left a man who couldve cared Apathy, I traded in all triumph burned the soapbox, locked the the front door your sweet apple of peace shiny red yet rotten to the core You sunk the ships I could have sailed leveled the walls I could have scaled you pawned conviction for an easy chair and left a man who could have cared