t.b.d.

Live

In the moment I was losing my head,
readin' too much and losin' my head and I was,
reachin' forward, I was already there,
readin' too much and losin' my head,
this information caused a cut in the line,
now I'm remembering God and readin' too much,
it's so nice,
the print is smaller than the ants in the grass,
I'll have to put it away now.

In the morning there are things to be read,
words to be said, and food to be fed,
but I won't be there.
I'll be clutchin' on a megaphone pointed at my head,
would you be there,
would you kindly, read this word for word,
so loud and clear,
I can't remember it all,
it needs to be clear, I tell you,
if the feeling drops out of your voice,
would you kindly pick it up?

this is how, I'll go out tonight,
dressed in blue, by the book tonight,
this is how, I'll go out tonight,
but I don't need a book.

We're talkin' anchors, talkin' ships, we're talkin' seas,
we're talkin' everything you need,
you should be workin' now,
not only askin' how,
and the whereabouts of where you'll be.
I don't suspect you will be thinking,
when the brain is dead,
and the mind has taken over,
this is a skill, this is not a game,
where have you been,
are you with us?
can you hear us?
got the megaphone pointed at you.