Skylines now covered with vines but the sunrise comes and it keeps me strollin’ Due time, our house will be fine as the earth still cools with the crust evolvin’ One kind maybe fallin’ behind, well we had a good run if the track is endin’ A shame but no one’s to blame if awareness costs survival instinct If we go out roarin’, we’re in good company Echoes, the last of our time recorded, writ down in a lost library Great minds and lesser still binded, shelves that rot in a dust that buries Some visitors may find if they’ve been here one they may find it sublime A vacancy, oh no, and the roaches gone so get on with the show Say a prayer for the prophets in the know Cassandras, all, and faith failed them, I know Entertainment of the time flipped a coin between dis- or u-topia Bets hedged, better off dead, or did fate have plans, a deuce ex machina A puzzle solve in one generation, did the kids find the clue Or pass the buck ‘cause they don’t give a fuck and inherit the same fortunes kids past do Startin’ fires just like all the last do Throwin’ matches at gas just like you and I do

New York is just New York without you I don’t need you but I wish you’d stay I don’t know if I love you like, “yadda yadda yadda” All I know is I sure do miss you today And all the saints rain down on me You don’t have time to get sick, I know Sometimes you catch a moving train and it’s not slow If there’s a plan, it’s bad, yeah, we know But there’s no plan and that’s really better And all the saints rain down on me And all the saints rain down on me I feel a certain heaviness leaving me Take it with you when you go It seems a love that’s loved and lost is dead, but that’s cold Because a lost love is lived and it’s so bold to exist once at all And all the saints rain down on me And all the saints rain down on me

You know I’m serious, and I nearly got no trust I’m gonna use this voice and I’ll be counted but I got no faith in “leaders” It’s not a quality revolutionary Maybe I don’t know my strengths like you, but that don’t keep me from dancin’ like you do I am subject to beats and shinin’ lights, I shake my booty and I try to do it right A man or mouse, I cannot say but I hold the fuckers to the light and the flame I see a system fallin’ down, on top a generation movin’ underground Waitin’ out the war of values, morals, head-trips, people’s rights, alliances, and put-downs Somehow time for romance, four thousandth second chances I need your lips on mine, existence, touch so divine We can’t waste an age just ‘cause a history escapes us as we live our lives As we live one short life, baby One touch…

I can hardly breathe, so damn lonely And I cannot conceive I’m not even halfway to you Heart on sleeve, doves and vultures eat then leave Each to their nature, sure, but I’m thirsty and the oasis, mirage Years fall away, off the calendar by days I can hardly accept that I’m only halfway to you Rain falls away, clouds part and the light hits my face Like a punch, a brick, a mortar, a Scottish play Out damn spot, if I was lost, I half forgot And I am so grateful I’m nearly halfway to you Yeah, I’m so grateful that I’m halfway to you

Something’s in the house or else it’s creeping in the air and either way, I just don’t wanna breathe it in No one said the future’d last, I’ve pity for the youth who never got a chance at beating bitter death Every time I think it’s over, mutation proceeds to cover continents and laughs at best attempts to end a Dream we have together in a nightmare apocalypse boogie disco hell of punk rock screaming dretch I suppose we can’t pretend the world is ending, no one gets the comfort that the story ends with us Generations will keep going, facing their own plagues and judging why we didn’t get it right in the sludge of a Period in history when government was mystery, did we have leadership? Not so much, I guess we’ll Figure it out in the end and not depend on extinction to erase embarrassments thus surplussed Some dreamers dream that we’ll move into space and colonize the system in celestial utopia as if we Got it right once and have reason to believe we’ll be rewarded as a benign species in a trust, uniting Us against apathy, narcissism, nihilism, pessimism, and self-destroying disgust, it takes an Optimist like me, I guess, to formulate and pass the test and pass the meme on just like a virus

Not bound in chains but sleep all day Inside for fear the air outside will Spoil the milk of breathing just a taste And walls divide communication, testify such separation Touch me, don’t touch, bite me, hesitate Step, step into the light, step into the night, step into the world outside Step, respect, regard the plague, don’t the fear dissuade, don’t let it nullify your soul There’s gotta be a better way than starving, this isn’t so apocalyptic that currency is not a solution The machine of commerce has to keep going or the world that we once knew will melt into the ground Like it’s ice in sun Don’t hesitate, buy sustenance and taste the entertainment of this age Skype all of your friends, try to bake bread and then notice something goin’ down On social Justice Media

It happened then Like prophesy unfolding, you said, and I’m inclined to agree just ‘cause it’s you A seer then Like all the ones before who knew the time and date we’d end up melted into goo Scripture and verse you had recited too When Y2kame and left you praised Jesus for sparing me and sparing you The Schwarzenegger shit And that is lucky ‘cause I fell asleep before the twist at the end of part three You manifested everything we dreamed While I’m still dreamin’ out here and pushin’ forty The house the yard The gold, the jewels, the kids from countries without names that fit easily on a globe And no one loves you the way they do ‘Cept maybe anyone who saw the one that won you your four golden globes And you deserved it too Money well spent/ I’m sorry the one that you really wanted wasn’t up for sale But you, you’ve got your health and I guess I do too For now/ Who knows what happens if your ati-vaxer book club gets their due I got the youTube link, honestly who has time? I’m busy out here carrying the load of citizen-ship for you My marriage, my brother, my friend My marriage, my brother, my friend And you’ve still got that old conviction The world is ending and we’re on a mission To spread the news That if you loved like God loves nothing bad ever happened to folks because of you And disregard the party policy Cause unborn babies got the right to die out here with us, neglected too We’re on the same side Well, aren’t we? ‘Cause red and blue make up purple and ain’t that just accurate? I guess it’s true. My marriage, my brother, my friend My marriage, my brother, my friend And of course, we’re not actually talking I’m rambling out loud over a headline Of you in shorts and flip flops an 8th street Praying to self-help christ, who grants wishes with a wink Goop approved and headed somewhere On the cover of some dying print media I wouldn’t buy But there you are And there you’ll prob’ly always be My marriage, my brother, my friend My marriage, my brother, my friend My marriage, my brother, my friend My marriage, my brother, my friend I hope we never have to be on any kind of panel together But I wish you well, I guess Fuck

Well, I once was a prayin’ man When I was, don’t think I asked much of you Just to make one young boy a little less sad And stopped askin’ when you did not seem to care to oblige Well, maybe I was selfish when I was blue But I’ll try one more god damn time for all the others with you It seems the hour is right if the good book is true Well, come back, Jesus, get your people, or get ‘em the fuck in line Because you told ‘em to help the poor And they tried to vote a golden god in four years more You said to help the sick, they had enough of it Well, come back, Jesus, get your people, or get ‘em the fuck in line They seem to be arming themselves against us too They’re siting laws that ain’t yours and I doubt you’d approve If they’re gonna change, it might just depend on you Well, come back, Jesus, get your people, or get ‘em the fuck in line Yeah, come back, Jesus, get your people, or get ‘em the fuck in line

I say a prayer at your shrines I dance a dance at your shrines Pray to your altar Dance at your altar Miss you so, pray that friends left don’t die And pray to your shrines For courage, for strength For patience both ways For honor, if I’m honest For more time, for better days I pray and I dance at your shrines I pray a prayer at your altars I dance at your altars Pray to your shrines Dance at your shrines Before the window close I want time on my side And I pray and dance at your altars For courage, for strength For patience both ways For honor, if I’m honest For more time, for better days I pray and dance at your altars I pray and I dance at your shrines