I'm in a box; I'm in a trap,
A one way street, A cul-de-sac
The walls are closing , movin' in,
Where am I going? Where have I been?

Who is my Father? I hear it said, 
A single rose on an empty bed
I hear a voice but no ones there,
My heart lays open, bruised and bare

I'm in a box, four sides up,
Tea leaves scattered in an empty cup
Read my life, read it well,
But judge me not inside my hell

I see the dawn most every day,
Time stands still without delay
The windows open to the streets below,
I've reaped the seeds that I did sow

I'm in a box with an open lid,
I climb out slowly from where I hid,
Now I see all that is wrong,
As I listen to a David Bowie song

He came to see me, did I tell you that,
Behind dark glasses and fedora hat
Smiling and drinking looking divine,
He showed me my past; he showed me a sign

Where is the box, where I did dwell?
Where is my Devil? Inside my hell
Loneliness is an empty heart,
The end is the beginning, beginning to start

(photo of Russell by Bowienet member 'GWTMH')

Fly away tomorrow, come back today,
Reverse backwards, "your going the wrong way"
Reach for my hand; reach into my soul,
Reach inspirations in ol' Rock and Roll

The toys are packed into my box,
The keys have turned in their locks
Walk down the hall, open the door,
Look back in anger,
But what's it all for?