One More For the Road 3 the Bad Times

Pardon From dawn's early light, a gradual state takes flight Idiosyncrasies dance in my head Break in prayer, then back again Could it be the past or is it the present? It's this part of me I've come to resent Call the doctor, no call your mother Call on God there is no other Do the finest work you've ever achieved Then admit to the world you have a disease Take what is prescribed and you will be stable It's these in between times that destitute my cradle For a day like today is like the life of a snail A woodpecker in a steel mill, a beach, a shore and a whale To spade the ground and go deep would be trouble With images so vivid, yet the present they muffle To give light to all that I have seen To dare to reach an infamous, perfect dream Is the life that I would choose Where in it no one would lose