Something inside of you says âdonât make a sound.â
So you lay quiet until a darkness falls
and you get the feeling there is no one around.
You slip your hand inside your shirt to feel
a heart thatâs wondering.
What awaits you and whoâll wait up to meet you now
that you have polished off the drinking story?
what awaits you and whoâll wait up to meet you now
that you are jacked up on the gilded oldies?
I thought Iâd let you know that I have eloped
with new ideas on how the ending works.
And Iâm a big boy so I had to let them go.
But all Godâs creatures have their bridge to burn:
this is mine smoldering.
What awaits you and whoâll wait up to meet you now
that you are terrifying morning glory?
what awaits you and whoâll wait up to meet you now
That you are jacked up on the gilded oldies?
I ask the room if it can hang tough
but the room wonât confirm or deny
if it is cool to play this off the cuff.
So I will sit on my hands, a lack of action is one way to decide.
What a way to, a way to wait out that black night.
Yes, itâs a long walk with your map still folded.
I squint my eyes, itâs true, to see things written in the sky
Cuz weâre both jacked up on the gilded oldies.