Disappear

Joanie lost her man in the city

She said he found a light to run

And the walls keep the clouds from slipping

That’s the way

That’s the way it’s done

Seven took a chance with numbers

Now he’s hiding from the sun

But every now and then he feels the hunger

To review

To undo what he’s done

Brittle are the hands that hold her

And brittle are the words they use

But the medicine is only killing

Every need

Every deed

Every proof

And many more will find this

And leave before it’s done

Many more will find this

And dance into the sun

And dance into the sun

Soliloquies are so demanding

When no one ever seems to hear

The troubadour should choose his wisdom

While we laugh

While we drink

To disappear