lay down yr head & look to yr window
where do you go when it;s not where you;re going
& how do you see when the light isn;t shining
where you could be if you worked out the timing
& how does it feel when the world comes on so real & true
how do you do the things you do to you.

if i were a queen & you were a prince
what would i sing to say what i;m saying
& would you believe the verses left open
my heart on my sleeve, the rhyming all broken?

sell me a river & i;ll skate away
to the banks where i played.
so easy minded,
like a hill on the skyline tripped up & blinded
getting lost on the sidelines.

don;t get arrested
don;t buy a machine gun
you;re on the run
& you;re not on the scene
you;re not so cool
& you;re not a jerk
you may be a villain
but no patty hearst.
what;s worse
you;re an alibi
& a box in a hearse
& a trigger in yr head
& a pen in yr hand
& the pain in the verse
& the flat drying land
& the thin of the air
& a pain that hurts.

music: sarah mclachlan; train wreck
mood: tired