Our trust skates on melting ice
And the voices that pushed us
Are now only a faint whisper
In the roar of the building traffic

Out of love, one creates another love
But a love not made of flesh and blood
But a divine direction promising
Pamphlets unbreakable in salvation

Even odd men out hold a few cards
Yawning through death, bored of the inevitable
Getting old getting younger feeling nothing
I sit cross-legged my head hung praying for rain

Hear the piano man praise himself openly
Serenely singing to anyone who will listen
Open hear surgery with butter knife and rusted fork
Idea's are nothing but churned up chicken and pork

My eyes flutter from the wet sun dew
As you enter my thoughts and play around inside
The ride we've taken has not been a short one
Where were headed is shrouded in crude mystery

Dogs barking on the red wavering horizon
I have lost my train of though and my keys
Backyard benediction two forms of every rendition
Elastic reformations of what we tried to make our love be

At the hour past **** stars giggle wriggling through ***
Their money morose as the dead who walk among us
Jokes who leer at the sharp pointed spear
Held by the fishermen who knows He can't work another year

Are you tired?
Are you weary?
Are you tired?

Are you indifferent
Of looking through lenses
Sick of life?

Press one's face to the winter chilled window pane
Feel your blood thin as the body slowly fights it

Remember you never stop fighting
Remember you never lose you never win

Remember

Whatever you came with

You leave with