Lyrics

Stand here lit at the end of the day
Skies on fire and the fires at bay
And the bay is full of the strangest ships
Happy hollow haunted stripped

When I had nothing I wanted less
No Navajo rug no organdie dress
Only the time and the wheels and the rhyme
Some food in my belly
Some kick in my wine

Lie here low in the small dark dawn
Got your facts and your face and your mittens on
Got your fevered breast and your breaking waves
Happy hollow heady grave

When I got a little bit I wanted more
16 walls around me instead of just 4
hungry for things I did not even like
wake as if from a dream
pushing a cart down an aisle

walk here light on the afternoon
balanced like an egg on a spoon
you?re a tightrope dancer
your cane and funny little hat
thought you had all the answers
caught with your pants down
how ?bout that?

We don?t know what simple is
We can?t leave well enough
We tear apart and slap together
Neither convinced nor tough
Pity their hard scrabbling
They scorn us for our pity
How like children we must look
Stubborn coddled silly

Sleep now still at the end of the line
Trash blows about and the buzzing lights
Bad dreams full of war machines
Bad dreams full of war machines