Some Crap About The Future

You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge
You get your grip and peer down over the edge
You watch the city move and breathe and migrate
You’re not a part of it, you’re broken now, like us

I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders
And cross side-walks with an earful of white noise

You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles
You count the stars reflecting in the windows
And then you realize just how minimal you are

I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city
And I silently wish I was on one

You sit down slow and watch yourself in the glass
You reach inside and tear out all your cables
Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers
You have no body, just a cage to hold your parts

I have no answers, I’m rambling
I was never one to solve whatever has gone wrong

You lie down on the roof and watch the sun rise
Its burning fingers rummage through your insides
And for a moment you feel like you’re alive
And then it’s gone, so you get up

Up, up, up, baby
There’s blood on the sidewalks of this town
They’ve got, they've got us, they've got us on the ropes
But we don’t have to take it lying down anymore
Our hands aren’t tied now
Down, down, baby
Down in the in the center of this town
They’ve got ‘em, got 'em, got 'em buried deep
Under layers of concrete are the bones of our past

Oh no, no

We’ll leave on the evening train
It won’t be long, but it feels that way
But home never meant very much to us anyway
So we convince ourselves that we’re better off gone
And maybe we’re right

And we collapse on a road
On an old dirt road, where the sun
Doesn’t look like such a waste
And we fall asleep under leaves
Of a couple of them nearby trees
And we never wake again
No, never again
No, never again