When the finish line is
Rigged and your friends have all
Gone and your out on the
Street with no one to meet
Take an eye for an eye and
A tooth for a tooth for the
Booth will be empty except for
You and your lady blues

Now at the start of the flick
You won't be able to catch a
Lick but the girl sitting next to
You praises your new daises
But don't get too bloated for
They are just words
Remember it ain't your mind itching
It's just the pop of the stitching

The innocent are the ones who get
Crushed as the larger then lifers squeak
By like the oil neath' the car door or
The policy papers written by the rich for the poor
The pain in the minds man is weighed
By the line of men and women who have paid and
The sorrow in the backs of their eyes shows
More expectation then blunt ruthlessness

Seperated from the crowd that
Were born anew and anew lo' proud
Each one makes their small sound
As the band breaks apart and
The ship sails as though flying
Through the storm weathering through

No idea where the year threw up on the beach
For the sneak with the feet makes us all geeks
And whoever made out with the gold now knows
To sell it to the king and queen and her molds
For what is foretold in history is a line of misery where
Peasant filled minds never have any sense of time

But in the past months I have heard
That you were here clad in beauty full and clear
Your eyes still wet from the rain and the fog
Your heart still with me like a faithful servant dog
Oh' careening lady how your smile penetrates me
Makes me second guess a life lived loveless of breath
And how you move through the tall thicket of green
Naked you run your reflection showing elusive in the stream

Now in the heat of our neon green sheets
I see with your eyes though they are not here with me
Out the window a baby bird chirps in its nest
I always would wander far so to see what I could
What truly is best are questions writ in wood
But lets go away from here where I can't bear
Now is the time to start my stride like the oceans fateful tide