All this rain and black coffee too
Does something to your sense of time and place
What you might be feeling
About the whole damn human race
Gets under your skin
Worries at the place where all the pieces come together
Picking away until something's been pried up
Like an old scab
And the wound is fresh.
All this rain and black coffee
Not doing me a bit of any good
I got way too much time
Which has gotten to be personified
They's out there shooting flares to light up the night.
Now they's coming swarming over the ridge
Loudspeakers blaring
All dressed the same
They's looking at me screaming
Die Yankee Die!
I'm hunkered down
Knowing that I just can't kill so much time.
This morning the sun is like a piece of paper
Somebody tore out of a magazine
They spit on the back
Sticking it to the wall
Now it's curling at the edges about to fall.
The morning is buzzing at me way too loud
My life hurts in places I never knew I could feel
All this rain and black coffee
Not doing me a bit of any good.
He's a big ugly man in a boat
He waves at the kids
The water is emerald green
As if the sky were cobalt blue
The air has got diamonds powdered through it.
The man shouts at the kids
You'd better close your eyes
In this world the good things sink
While the bad things rise
You better close your eyes.
All this salt is like so much rain
I hear people speak
They say it so plain
All this salt is so much pain
Hugga-chugga
Much too much pain.
You wanna rub salt into my wound
You wanna send me on my way
You wanna take the sheets
From off of my bed
Well hell I'm gonna be better off that way
Better off than dead.
You wanna have to flavor up some humble pie
You're gonna have to bind me up tight
You wanna have to lick the salt
From off of my bread
Well hell I'm gonna be better off that way
What more can I ask?
Somewhere out there
There's room for a man with fiery eyes
And shaky hands
Who's got a ways to go.
In the frying pan
Of a distant land
You pull up your stakes
You fight off the snakes.
Rain falls like fool's gold
Across the starry night of warning lights
Gold's a flood pursued by rubes
Who bust out the riverside in haste.
Hit the road looking for a mirror
Boy you got what it takes!
In the rain the road is a constraint
It ties my mind to the rhythm grind of a neon line.
No one knows my name
So who's gonna take the blame
When the blame is a flame
The flame is a fire
That lights the night with gold
That we fools do pursue.