The Way You Stall and Cover

Why would you... Pull the plug Cut the chord Hang the harp [or] Bend the board Sometimes it's best to just let things fall as they may The wind is cutting life a knife through my fingers I could have taken a hint just the same But to take this as one is simply insane I've only got a block or two 'til I get somewhere familiar They call this part of downtown The vampire's lair Seeing as nothing even breathes until there's no sign of the sun So I cross the street to my favorite spot Find the darkest booth and begin to talk To these blank pages With words of ink And like everything else, I let this rot and falter Because sometimes it takes More than a whisper.......to change I make my way outside and head up the street I can hear some friends I intended to meet And we talked for what seemed like forever About politics and people and whatever And then we split our tab And we split our paths They head for the lot And I begin to walk Only two more hours until I sink into my bed But don't forget me or the things I may have said Because somewhere there's something that someone has summed up And that somewhere is calling for you