Eagle in the dark Feathers in the pages. Monkeys in my heart Are rattling their cages. Found a way to blue And another ghost to follow Said "it's only
Woke last night in the middle of a combat zone Helicopters hovering over my home My baby boy is sleeping in the other room And ooh my soul Born into the
Little greenie, in-betweenie You?re standing on the earth Turn the lights on for protection Whatever it?s worth You know That in spite of all the things
Buffalo are out among the falling stars tonight Shadows cross the kitchen in the afternoon Daylight break on the hemisphere I jumped in the water You
From the air the fields over Dublin Look like a watercolor When the streets rise up to meet the plane Nobody notices That I miss your face More than
Floating along, hippopotamus hunting The beast gets what he deserves Fall in to bed with the daughters of Jezebel And dream of Athenians There?s a hole
You always say ?Life is hard? so it is Then you disappear in a dust cloud Spinning wheels and yarns We sing a song Then you disappear in a dust cloud
The rattlesnakes and fireflies Are stranded at the border between you and me And the static on the radio Is preaching to the children of infinity We stay
Loaded tongue and dirty fingers Queen of her mother's house Come step outside feeling full moon high Let's see what we can live without Fix an eye to
Trapped a dragon west of Chinatown for fire-eaters up in Hollywood My little sister took a picture of God and floated away RIDE - downtown Los Angeles
You can't save me from myself You can't save her You're lucky if you save yourself Do yourself a favor
They never tell you truth is subjective They only tell you not to lie They never tell you there's strength in vulnerability They only tell you not to
No friends, no neighbors No amateur soul savers Just a little light in the sky No meteor, no moon No cotton, no spoon Just a little light in the sky Jupiter
Boy when out on a boat tonight Waiting on his lover Seen his mermaid bride in the moonlight And the arms of another She said "standing on the water is
I hear you've got a pocket full of words That you keep in the garage Together with the feather and the fireworks A surftown hero who's got one foot in
"There's no poetry between us" Said the paper to the pen Something's burning in the attic That her tongue will not defend Through the arc of conversation
I've taken all my pills But I'm still not sleepy Tried to trick myself into thinking That I'm not awake That it's only a dream Put that cigarette out
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling
