I grow aware of the round-about stare, the shadows that glare
How can this be fair when the wind blows in there, to where?
For I know not the knot to tie up the lot as the fisherman froze
So I’ll close this case and wander in space trying to catch a cold
The shelter is closed and no one knows
I ask not for bread or a hat on my head but can you spare a grin?
“cause where I’ve been, they don’t allow sin and I may be dead again
I tried and I tried to find the right door but nothing’s in store or out
And the candy machine’s cracked and there’s talk behind my back
It’s not all despair, ‘cause she’s waiting there
It’s the tale of the tape, like the tail of an ape is fragile and stale
So I run to the phone and try to call home but my mouth starts to foam
The ambulance arrives but it drives through the cries and the siren dies
But it lands on the lemonade stand and disrupts the plan to adjourn
The meeting was allowed to quite the crowd
Then a dust storm started twisting and the roar drowned out the train
The town was obliterated and the gas station incinerated and
It never stopped again until our final destination at Indecision Station where
We all got out at “Might Be” down the road from” Maybe Slightly”
And entered a whirlwind of joy and insurrection reading Tolstoy
Then saw war and peace increase, drew our swords and deceased.
To end this tale here
I will dispel all your fear
So jump off the pier