It's the silence of another lonely night How lucky I am but hope it doesn't sift into waste My puppet fingers hurt and my tongue is like paste Is it time to turn again, or why have you left me, soul-god, god-frog Whom I learned to love from ground one But tonight I don't know nothing again Feel the pressure to be another jack-be-handy and have the pride of working again Yet feel I'm not normal but to hear and feel and peel and kneel and revel Loving change and challenge but that inertia magnetic core Comes to pound on my heart

Just the other day, yesterday, it was all good I said what I meant and did what I should None this a problem but a boon Lucky to be lonely and like a racoon Only one up this late But tonight's not that way A wayward breeze blows through the window And doesn't sing