On the shoulders of giants

An old bum pushes a shopping cart that he stole from Winn Dixie parking lot.

It's 1:00am and I'm on my way home.

I left there before it came to shouts, just in time to see him spit his apple out.

Left your door and made a beeline for my own.

I tell you it's alright but I'm thinking fuck you anyway.

You blame you for breaking promises, but I blame me for ever believing a word you'd say.

I got what I need but it's not with you, and for what I want, I don't have the nerve.

So I guess again it comes down to I got what I deserved.

And oh, don't be afraid just look around.

Go on and say it, it's just a breath with a sound.

And oh don't be afraid to fall.

When we're on the shoulders of giants after all.

You smile as if I had nothing better to do, as if you were one of the chosen few,

As if there were nothing cooler than you.

Still I know you by touch and I know you by smell.

And I know you by ways too vulgar to tell.

See, I guess I know you a little too well so that smile is fitting for you.

And oh, don't be afraid just look around.

Go on and say it, it's just a breath with a sound.

And oh don't be afraid to fall.

When we're on the shoulders of giants after all.

I don't sleep with my politics, I choose not to hate.

'Cause I don't wear my heart where my knees separate.

It's crotch propaganda, bat for both teams, and it's me not choosing sides standing in between.

An old bum pushes a shopping cart each notices the other and jumps with a start.

It's 2:00am and I've found my way home.

Well it's giants in slumber but it's sleep that won't stay.

It's singing harps that got away.

And I fold my body to fit this furniture, hit the lights and call it a day.