Feather In Your Cap

Make a move with what you can Dead waters rise higher than your mind Disappointment is a feather in your cap You want the truth so you can crush it in your hand There's no map, that can tell you where you are You're in between things and only go half way Your tangled brain, your tired old refrain You'd be singing it in your tired old asylum You want the best, you want contests My eyes are filled with prizes you've been showing Your disappointment is a card up your sleeve Place your bets at the door before you leave