You recognize the doer – the sensible – the sham

That beautiful buttonhole – the living art assured

Work – work – work – work – work

Without knowing being – without being, a show

Speak velvet raised – speak cashmere true

Work – work – work – work – work

Resplendent nature – nicer than otherwise known

But be careful that waving piece of monkey brass

Work – work – work – work – work

The red drapery would recognize his mistress

Among thousands and thousands in the dark

And work – work – work – work – work

All those gray areas of life and love

Ain’t going anywhere

It all sends you trifling on

You sit there – thinking you’re holding something

But you’re just a moonrise shy of a full night sky

And never the star you think you are

So you left a hole in the ocean

And it all leaked out

Now what?

Wring your hands a bit?

Triple your worry lines?

Or maybe ask a sage

How such destruction got in your soul?

Maybe

But here’s a thought

Just tell the truth

I mean

Finally tell the truth

Hear yourself say

That you can’t do

What can’t be done

Hear yourself say

That you couldn’t have done

What can’t be done

How about that

I mean

Rest in your shame

If you need to

And for as long as you need

Really

But before you do

Or as you do

Know what you didn’t do

Know that you did not

You absolutely did not

Drain the thing

You didn’t

You couldn’t have

Because

Not one ocean is missing

People are swimming in them as we speak

I suppose

I’d rather walk a causeway

‘Cause the waters of the flood in the plains

Leave ’em drowning and afraid

No – I can’t be up here

Looking down – far away

I suppose

You can do the math yourself

To be fair – it’s not about you right now

I’ll bring the band-aids myself

I just can’t be up here

Looking down – far away

I suppose

There’s just a great gnawing

That’s been attached to me since I was born

And there’s no escaping it

So – I can’t be up here

Looking down – far away

I may not get this right

But I’m sure

That sun will rise

And isn’t that grace enough

For me – for us

Five and two

On and on

Five and two

Great Provider

Here – somewhere – there’s a lag

But I’m sure

The oomph will come

We’ll start this day with a shove

A hand – a voice

Five and two

On and on

Five and two

Great Provider

That stream will be a stream

But I’m sure

We will be held

The mountains will be mountains

To live – to climb

Five and two

On and on

Five and two

Great Provider

A boy at the ready

But I’m sure

There will be more

And there will be more and more

To give – to watch

Five and two

On and on

Five and two

Great Provider

It might be difficult

What a new hurdle

What a new rut

Calling down for dread

And a heart attack

It’s not so unusual

An unrecognized name

Just a newly premiered villain

In a long line of leisure

That threat of interruption

When did i become so unstable

Why so easily rattled

Just stepping out of the front door every morning

Knowing that you will need to maneuver

Your own special king of cluelessness

Is a focused-enough way to start

This was the early years

For the most part

I think I made it work

I was just present enough

Just in the clouds enough

Just the right amount of dreamer

Just the right amount of charmer

Just the right amount of being present

And so ok with being a little odd

For whatever reason

I didn’t want the first or the best

I didn’t want the star or the crown

I didn’t want to be the sound

That everyone agreed was stellar

I quite liked versatility

And quirkiness

And harmony

And that unique thing

That allowed me to

Hold my head high

Being aloof added confidence

That didn’t seem to fit

But made all of the difference

I don’t know the title

But I remember the jacket

And the warning

Not to wash my hands

In muddy water

And I remember the lie

Didn’t know. Didn’t know.

But, oh, ya did know

That what you gave

Was sittin’ in the house

As the sermon was being preached

And you bounced, you bounced

And waved your finger

And we all knew

That bad bad things

Aren’t always known

That we often don’t know

About the partnership

I am dice

Don’t let it pour in

Keep it movin’

Keep it movin’

For in the center of the water tower

There can be a reservoir of sad times

And a suitcase filled with diamonds

And a suitcase filled with coal

It just all comes down to stirring the water

So keep it movin’

Just keep it movin’

Keep me always ready to roll

Closing the blinds

That’s what it’s like

Not a single thing is bad

Not a single person unforgiven

Not a minute to dread

Or a conversation to fear

But only and simply

The color of chocolate bloom

In a steady cascade

All over the place

With a single chair

In the middle of the room

And nothing else