Sunset is an angel weeping Holding out a bloody sword No matter how I squint I cannot Make out what it’s pointing toward Sometimes you feel like you’ve lived too long Days drip slowly on the page You catch yourself Pacing the cage
I’ve proven who I am so many times The magnetic strip’s worn thin And each time I was someone else And every one was taken in Hours chatter in high places Stir up eddies in the dust of rage Set me to pacing the cage
I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing It’s as if the thing were written In the constitution of the age Sooner or later you’ll wind up Pacing the cage
Sometimes the best map will not guide you You can’t see what’s round the bend Sometimes the road leads through dark places Sometimes the darkness is your friend Today these eyes scan bleached-out land For the coming of the outbound stage Pacing the cage –B. Cockburn
I was having this discussion in a taxi heading downtown, rearranging my position, on this friend of mine who had a little bit of a breakdown:
‘ Hey, no breakdowns comeAnd breakdowns go..So what are you going to do about it? That’s what I’d like to know?’
You don’t feel you could love me but I feel you could…
Was in the early morning hours when I fell into a phone call.
Believing I had supernatural powers I slammed into a brick wall!
‘Hey, is this my problem? Is this my fault? If that’s the way it’s gonna be…I’m gonna call the whole thing to a halt!’
You don’t feel you could love me…but I feel you could!
You don’t feel you can love me..but I feel you could!
I was walking down the street when I thought I heard this voice say,
‘Say, ain’t we walking down the same street together on the very same day?’
And I said,
‘ Hey Senorita, that’s astute. I said, why don’t we get together and call ourselves an institute?’
You don’t feel you could love me…but I feel you could..
How often have we all felt this way?
No? Shit, in Ambien Grace-Land, Breakdowns come and Breakdowns don’t go…