To watch awake out the window
To wait for days to arrive
To contemplate through the signals, if I could
I could wait here all night
So work your way through this puzzle
That fits you under your wall
Now you've become your own double (and not a subtle one)
To flush you from your own stall
And on the day, after the day
On your circuit, on your way
To the depths of your room
Fall asleep to the tune
Of the friendly machine sweeper
Step back and wonder why
It's too far to make out in your own eyes
In your own hand
If you could see through it it wouldn't make much of a disguise
Throw all your weight behind your mind
Thoughts wrapped in notes and paper symbols
'Til your conscience fits you like a thimble
And washes out so clean and simple
Like a pair of jeans upon the line
So burn your way through this candle
That burns to shed you some light
If it lights off more than you can handle, I can understand
You'll stay here burning all night
So see if you can discover
Some new direction for that same source of wonder
The same kind you've always known
The whisper and the drone
Of the steady machine sweeper
And every day, after every day
The same old circuit, same old way
Bound to anywhere at all
But I'd settle just to fall asleep
To the song of the clean machine