Cranium Reef Suite

Part I. "Youthful Enthusiasm" (instrumental)

Part II. "Psych 101"

Well a bad day fishin' is better than a good day at work

But a bad day in paradise is a bad deal

Let's say goodbye before we've ever met

You're alone on the shore of cranium reef

No one gets inside my head

No one

I'm a bad part of town on a bad stretch of road.

I'm a bag of tricks in a balancing act

I'm a battered heart and a bath of tears

I'm no bank and no barrel of monkeys

You're alone on the shore of cranium reef.

No one gets inside my head

No one

You're a band of gypsies and a band of thieves

Now you're burning in the sun and you've washed ashore

Don't try "psych 101" on me - we've been there before

I've got a cold embrace at the cranium reef

Trust me you're all alone at the cranium reef

Part III "Primal Defense"

Heart and mind may disagree

But I'm growing old

Too far down the road to change now

'cause you speak to me but youth's on your side

you're so much more than I care to find

What is sacred? What is profane?

Your approach is near and there's something

I fear inside of you -reminding me like a mirror that shows

My past that died long ago

No closet full of skeletons

Can bring me out here

I've got a cold blank stare so don't wait

I've got a colder embrace

You're an Ivy League amateur

"I mean no one comes in here ever"

No one comes in here

No one. No one.

No one passes cranium reef

Not even I can look at my grief

Don't come to me pretending you're wise

I am a man who can see what is real

And is fear what is real?

Stranded on cranium reef

Alone with your thoughts you can drink with your grief

You color your lies with a cool motif

Stranded on cranium reef

Lost at cranium reef

At my coral barrier of disbelief

You're a cold hard future with no relief

Brutal reality at cranium reef

I am a bitter pill to swallow

I am a bittersweet memory

You need me like a hole in the head

Now show me that our "body" is real

We need conversation 'cause I got a case of the blues

And I'm a burned out bridge that nothing here...nothing

can rebuild...no, no, no, no.

I am a bitter pill to swallow

I am a bittersweet memory

You need me like a hole in the head

Now show me that our "body" is real

We need conversation 'cause I got a case of the blues

And I'm a burned out bridge that nothing here...nothing

can rebuild...no, no, no, no.

Heart and mind may disagree

But I'm growing old

Too far down the road to change now

'cause you speak to me but youth's on your side

you're so much more than I care to find... (repeat refrain)