This one is for you, it goes on and on and on
When nothing seems to do, for when the doubtless and the wrong
Ask, “Can I help you?” in that way that says, “I can’t”
Or claim we’re all the same, just inconsistent
Can’t all understanding turn out to be pretend?
Or pretend the pretense of understanding
How long does it take? Depends
You can cast your doubts, turn ‘em inside out, hang ‘em upside down
Till their art falls out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
Let your heart all out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
Till your art falls out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
Let your heart all out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
Summon up your power…
If you need a good connection for drugs, or a strong tolerance for alcohol
Too little religious education, some pain threshold
If on the outside there’s no demand for what you do
And inside there’s an army waiting for their marching orders from you
Come sit on my swing seat, come sit on my porch
After ten at night, smoke your cigarettes if you like, of course
You can cast your doubts, turn ‘em inside out, hang ‘em upside down
Till their art falls out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
Let your heart all out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
Till your art falls out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
Let your heart all out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
Summon up your power…it goes on and on and on
If we ever get home, let’s don’t compare
All our relinquished holidays, all our drive-in premieres
If we ever get home, gonna have me three children
Apple, Zippo and Metronome, that’s what I’m gonna name them
The celebrity skin, the illusion of tough
Gonna talk about nothing, till nothing’s enough
If we ever get home, and the subject comes up
War isn’t for children, war is nothing’s enough
Or the clouds of blood at the end of “Jaws”
In the misted cars honking their applause
At the drive-in double feature, at the heart of dark enough
Or it’s “Jaws” and “The Dark Canuck”
Should we stay for “The Dark Canuck”?
Everyone hands up
Who’s for “The Dark Canuck”?
I think we’ve relinquished enough
And it’s still dark enough
It goes on and on and on…
And on, and on. I hadn’t even been at work for an hour today, aaaand:
- My boss tore into me for not having my brakeman do any of the work.
- I screwed up on the initial brake test and got docked by the engineer.
- While trying to spot the train at the station, I overshot the platform no fewer than three times.
- As always, I was the only
member of the train crew to be completely overlooked by a film crew
that was shooting a TV spot about us.
And at the end of the day, the boss
tore into me again for taking too long to do the freight paperwork,
shortly after which I got cut off in the parking lot by some arrogant
bastard who went postal when I honked at him.
Same shit, different day.
And a special run tomorrow only promises more of it. I don’t even know why I try.