in the moment I was losing my headreadin' too much and losin' my head and I wasreachin' forward, I was already therereadin' too much and losin' my headthis information caused a cut in the linenow I'm remembering God and readin' too muchit's so nicethe print is smaller than the ants in the grass
I'll have to put it away nowin 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 wordso 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 upthis is how, I'll go out tonightdressed in blue, by the book tonightthis is how, I'll go out tonightbut I don't need a book.we're talkin' anchors, talkin' ships, we're talkin' seas,we're talkin' everything you needyou should be workin' now,not only askin' howand the whereabouts of where you'll be.I don't suspect you will be thinkingwhen the brain is deadand 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
|