T.B.D.

In the moment i was losing my head

reading too much and losing my head

and i was

reachin' forward, i was already there

readin' too much and losin' my head

this information caused a cut in the line

now i'm remembering God and readin'

too much it's so nice

the print is smaller than the ants in the grass

i'll have to put it away now

in the morning there are things to be read

words to be said and food to be fed but i

won't be there. i'll be clutchin' on a

megaphone pointed at my head, would you be

there, would you kindly, read this word for once

word so loud and clear, i can't remember

it all, it needs to be clear, i tell you, if

the feeling drops out of your voice, would you

kindly pick it up

this is how, i'll go out tonight

dressed in blue, by the book tonight

this is how, i'll go out tonight

but i don't need a book.

we're talkin' anchors, talkin' ships, we're

talkin' seas, we're talkin' everything you need

you should be workin' now, not only askin'

how and the whereabouts of where you'll

be. i don't suspect you will be thinking

when the brain is dead and the mind

has taken over, this is a skill, this

is not a game, where have you been,

are you with us? can you hear us? got

the megaphone pointed at you