You were sketching mirrors
I was planting sky
Underneath the cherry tree
On the 4th of July
You threw the mountain sideways
And tossed the earth up straight
And like a dog you caught it in your mouth
To celebrate your life!
Flirting with disaster
Two weeks in a row
A policeman's body
Trapped inside a painter's skull
And we may meet in darkness
For the rest of our days
And our mouths may hang open
Even when we've met our graves
Then our jaws fall right off our faces
And I will sip the morning
I will sip the morning
I will sip the morning
Till it's afternoon
Then I will sip the afternoon
Until that I see the moon
And then I will
Hooooooowwwwwwwwwlllllllllllllll...
Summertime is coming
I feel it in my bones
My babyhair still growing
And my skeleton of bones
I wanted to get healthy
So that you'd notice me
I wanted to escape the coast guard
Pretending I was sea
I was not
But someday, maybe...
So please
Don't be scared
Of what you
See out there
Which way you turn
My friend
You're weaving around
Like a bird
I know to some
It sounds absurd
You're weaving around
Like a little bird
I know to some it sounds absurd
Yeah
And all I want
All I want is what is true
All I want
All I want is what is true
And I see the TV
I see the talk shows with no sound
I see the stars at night
Even when they're not around
There's blossoms beside me
They're still there when the song ends
I find work at the factory
At the gate where the city ends
I make pianos
I make pianos
I make pianos...
And I see behind me
I see the bandshell draped in black
But now it's morning
And the traffic's starting back
I see all these streetsigns
That I've never seen before
I'm on my way to work today
Don't want to work there anymore...