In the holding tank I built for myself, it's feeding time
And I start to feel afraid 'cause I'm the last one left in line
The endless string of summer storms that led me to today
Began one afternoon with you long ago and far away

And someone leads the beast in on its chain
But I know you're thinking of me
'cause it's just about to rain
So I wont be afraid of anything ever again

In the cell that holds my body back,
the door swings wide And I feel like someone's lost child
as the guards lead me outside
And if the clouds are gathering,
it's just to point the way To an afternoon
I spent with you when it rained all day

And someone leads the beast in on its chain
But I know you're thinking of me
'cause it's just about to rain
So I wont be afraid of anything ever again

the cabbages that I will grow
one by one and row on row
will fatten in the spring sun
and breathe in the night air

you will hear them breathing
if you walk by at night
you may not hear them after all
but that's all right

I've set the table for two
I've cleaned the windows for you
I've got cinnamon from Jakarta
for making French toast
the doctor says that I've got
thirty days left at most

the cabbages that I will grow
the love songs on the radio
will deepen in the springtime
they'll be brighter than the stars

we live high, our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it
and it grows all fat and friendly, we have surplus if we need it
we hold on as hard as we can, our knuckles are white

we write letters to each other invent secrets to confess to
i learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment by which to address you
we feed fresh fruit to one another we stay up all night
and i am healthy, i am whole, but i have poor impulse control
and i want to go home, but i am home

we are strong, we are faithful, we are guardians of a rare thing
we pay close, careful attention to the news the morning air brings
we show great loyalty to the hard times we've been through
we are filled with riches and wonders, our love keeps the things it finds
and we dance like drunken sailors, lost at sea out of our minds

you find shelter somewhere in me, and i find great comfort in you
and i keep you safe from harm, you hold me in your arms
and i want to go home, but i am home

This song is for the rats
Who hurled themselves in to the ocean
When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold
Were just about to blow

This song is for the soil
That's toxic clear down to the bedrock
Where no thing of consequence can grow
Drop your seeds there
Let them go

Let them all go
Let 'em all go

This song is for the people
Who tell their families that they're sorry
For things they can't and won't feel sorry for

And once there was a desk
And now it's in a storage locker somewhere
And this song is for the stick pins and the cottons I left in the top drawer

Let 'em all go
Let 'em all go

I wanna sing one for the cars
That are right now headed silent down the highway
And it's dark and there is nobody driving
And something has got to give

I saw you waiting by the roadside
You didn't know that I was watching
Now you know
Let it all go

Let 'em all go
Let it all go

I am so mad at you
for making me such a *******
giving me such high standards
I'm mad at you

But I'll find you
inside of someone else
even if finding you in of someone else
is hard to do

This never ending pursuit of happiness
is getting harder and harder to accomplish
the lies I tell myself
just so I can get by
are getting less and less convincing all the time

and I just can't shake the feeling
that I'll be alone forever
please tell me that's not the case

So I will go look for
things I find important
qualities that are unique
and traits I find attractive in other people

You will cough up crows that peck my eyes
And I will do nothing but go blind
But my heart
It has eyes
And my love
It has sight
Even though it may be
A little cloudy

And you will break my back for all the burdens I lay upon it
But I will never blame you for those bees inside this bonnet
And my lungs will grow cancers
And my back it will grow achy

I will buy us an acre
Of some land in the city
We could live there together
Or I'll live alone less happy
But I'll live
Unfortunately

Don't know if I believe in god
But sometimes I pray
Because the way I was raised
Keeps me afraid

A scientist that has to have his way
I subsist of a steady diet of shame

I hope I can forgive me
For having the nerve to exist
I hope someone can help me
Make some sense of this

I work a ten hour grave
From nine to seven
And I can't fall asleep
Until eleven past eleven

There's no drug that I can take
That will keep me from being awake
Past my, past my bedtime

Truckers are the blood in the veins of the body of America
States are the arms and the legs and the brains and the eyes
There's a disease spreading from ***** to *****
And you are the white blood cell that fixes the problem

You don't know your own power
You don't know what you're worth
You don't recognize your valor
And until you do, nothing you do will matter