Broken Afternoon

sometimes you feel like a shame or like a ruse

a half cooked idea or a trick to be used

then sometimes you feel so lowly haunted and stark

waving in the wind like a flag that's torn apart

but we all walk blindy when we stagger and we strut

and we're all dealt the hands with the cards of our luck

and we all bow down silent and the words are awe struck

by the shameless light of the broken afternoon

i went walking in the night all alone

darkness seeping slowly in my flesh and in my bone

and the solitary biting at the thoughts inside my head

and the words came slowly and the unborn dream said

that we all lose the path to the black and the blue

but we are come back slackly to the tried and the true

we'll all come together, though it's never too soon

we'll all see the light, of the broken afternoon

in the scientific evening jesus left too soon

trading his last dollar for a dirty motel room

cause he gave all of his riches before he knew what he had

money isn't evil and people aren't bad

now we all just descend out to the mud and the dirt

and we all go insane from the pain and the hurt

and all of us are swayed by the hungry pale moon

and we'll all wake up clear from the broken afternoon

i used to be young but i'm not old now

the shimmering passing of you scotty pal?

the path to now or never is paved with ambition plain

as a sail in the wind or an empty garden space

and we all till and toil in the slowly rising dawn

and we're all fit to fail til the future's finally won

yeah we're all faintly waiting for the young bride to bloom

in the shuttering light of the broken afternoon