Where the Rain Comes In

There's no sound from where the rain gets in

I'd mend it but I don't know where to begin

drip-drop on the floor from the windowsill

all is still

A small dirty nest on the third floor

of an apartment building on lonestreet, opressionville

There's always music in the air

but time stands still

In this old building nothing is safe

I always go for a smoke once or twice on the balcony each day

but today the antique reinforcement bar caved

so I fell... 6 metres to the ground... I lost my breath

all is still

The sky is big and blue, almost surreal

But deep space is always black on my TV

It's supposed to be out there

Behind all that blue shimmer somewhere…

(Twinkle, twinkle - you twinkle light)

In my hospital bed I'm riding out the inner turmoil

of a drug cocktail the white-coats gave me.

I realize I'm in severe need of a new sheriff up north

gotta get those priorities straight, man…

can't be fooling around any longer, man!

You're not 20 years old no more… Should I quit smoking perhaps?

And maybe I could get my hands on one of those things that keep people occupied, whaddaya call 'em… -You mean jobs?

-Yeah, jobs, that's it, a daytime job! I'm done with this bullshit!

I'm playing, but nobody's paying…

Falling of balconies just because I need a break from the music…

Well, here's the big break for you… I quit

When graced by death

I stood the test

Found that in this place where I rest

everything is too still

The life that I've chosen

I go to it like a duck to water

But beyond the horizon there's a big, big world

and I think I want to see it after all...