Been stepping in and out
Of having peace of mind
All thanks to you
Who placed a jester
Under my skin
Been stepping in and out
Of having the time of my life
No thanks to you
Who pulled the plug
And hemmed me in

Been falling
Been fallin’
Been falling
Been fallin’

Strum past
Your waste
Stream on
And on
Strum past
Your waste
Stream on

Been falling
Been fallin’
Been falling
Been fallin’

Been climbing in and out
Of crippled party lines
All thanks to you
Who pulled the terra-cotta
Veil over my eyes
Been climbing in and out
Of certain prairie pines
No thanks to you
Who knuckled past
The center line

That said
And it didn’t do a bit of good
That said
And the first shot
That said
And we all busted a gut
That said
And tight lips
That said
And one excuse after another
That said
And so much guilt
That said
And waves of comfort
That said
And so many things are confirmed
That said
And a bit of closure

Sit it out
Bronze and curly
Chasing around a cat
With no intentions
Of catching
Or being caught
You are the slipperiest part
Of wishy-washy high-waters
You beg and beg
To advise the president
Then hurl yourself
Into the pit of quit
With a cross-bow
Then an oar

You dizzy you
You dizzy me
And angels even
Tip their heads
And whisper
Bless her heart
Well bless her

You, chattering on
With conviction
And certainty
About how mute you must be
Articulating perfectly
It’s the high-beamed high-light
High-minded serpentine
Waver of a leader
Who would rather quit
Than punctuate a thought
Talk louder
With zigs and zags
And cut your prey
Then chew lazily

You dizzy you
You dizzy me
And angels even
Tip their heads
And whisper
Bless her heart
Well bless her

There is a deep evil
Inside all of us
Isn’t there
A capacity
To decapitate
To amputate
To nail to the floor
To dream gruesome things
To turn away
Or look
It’s a wonder
There’s a water
That can wash
It all away

Which me would you keep
Under lock and key
To stay away forever
Or walk leisurely

Which shade of my persona
Would you just as soon omit
Or magnify and linger longer
For just a little bit

Would you say that any part
Is your favorite or your haunt
That leaves you feeling full
Or starved and raw and gaunt

Would you do it all again
Are you sorry that you cared
For someone who leaves you held
But also leaves you scared

Which me – Which me
Would you keep

I could drive in my car for hours
The only place I really feel home
I never thought I’d be a road man
Just a combination of gone & alone
Not that I don’t want nobody with me
But sometimes reflection’s what I need
With other souls who need deep healing
Haggard travelers just like me

I am
But lightly
Questioning
Cause feature
And patterns
For sure
For sure
And growth
And better
I hope
I hope
I do detest
Limitations
And do
Protect
My self
From weakness
Yet a mask
And a masquerade party
Is like wallpaper and wine
To me and each face
It’s just newer

Julius snapped
Not a parent
In the group
But to dilly-dally
Then chomp
What a thing to watch
This is why
No one calls him up to play
Cause niceties a plenty
Don’t matter
When ya draw blood
Niceties even sweet
Don’t matter
So there’s a great distance

Net over us all
Wave to them wave
Take the yellow pin from your hair
Wave to them wave to them wave

Tent in the yard for play
Wave to them wave
A mere few steps closer this year
Wave to them wave to them wave

And getting to work
Is the right thing to say
The right course to take
In light of the plague

Smoke us out smoke us
Wave to them wave
Take a match to the whole wide street
Wave to them wave to them wave

‘Cause the odds are high
Wave to them wave
Sketch the likeness, know the face
Wave to them wave to them wave

And getting to work
Is the right thing to say
The right course to take
In light of the plague

Wave to them wave to them wave

As blue jays eat chips of paint
You keep drawing me
A high high need
An inside inward driving thing

It’s a bruise all it’s own
Left over from the fall
And a bruise all it’s own
Can’t be crushed so far

Just as it is, as dogs find home
You lasso my wrists
Keep dragging me on
To the kneeling bending moaning trysts

It’s a bruise all it’s own
Left over from the fall
And a bruise all it’s own
Can’t be crushed so far

Just in the way a bat knows the dark
This sad affair motors free
To kiss the cheek long and slow
For familiar gnawing reality

It’s a bruise all it’s own
Left over from the fall
And a bruise all it’s own
Can’t be crushed so far