hard walk on easy living street
i have cities of hope in my pockets
i have people to meet in my eyes
got to get moving somehow
got to take that hard walk on easy living street
tall men with fine skin
go across the sky saying they want to be believed
anyone with a heart
wants that
you need to earn the right to do that kind of noise
anyone with a heart
can see the lie coming miles away
tomorrow the wagon will come around
self-important seers will predict anything and everything
fair enough
predict enough holes in the lining and soon something leaks
i don't want to go to that party, frankly
i'd rather talk about those cities of hope
that fell through my pockets
i'd rather have you hang with those people in my eyes
you don't need to bring your papers
the singing here is strictly oral
tomorrow you can wheel your wagon around
i will be in my sandbox
soaking in some rays
you will teach me everything you tell me i need to know
i will find, most assuredly, a way to somehow badly behave
unruly food digests me with a smile
i want to hear the lovers do a duet
hard walking here tonight on easy living street
every hole in the sidewalk claims its a friend
i don't think i really have that many friends
don't you know, the only witness left, he/she done talked
and the dog buried his bone so deep it'll take some time...
then i feel it for sure
there used to be some bottom here
but it sort of had to pick up its stuff and run
did you see that bottom flagging down the midnight central
did you see that coyote bow
under that maybe it'll love you/mabye it'll turn you werewolf moon
the dog he done buried his magic bone so deep
it'll be our turn again to sit in
and play that everlovin'
hard walk on easy living street
epiphany
---Scott
9/10/02 |
