Some Crap About the Future

You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge.
You get your coat 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 sidewalks 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 downtown 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 sunrise.
It's 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 center of this town
We've got, we've got em, 
We've got em buried deep
Under layers of concrete are the bones of the past

Oh no, no, 
We'll leave on the evening train
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 a old dirt road 
Where the sun doesn't look like such a waste.
And we fall asleep under leaves
Off a couple of them nearby trees
And we never wake again.
Never again...
No, never again.
No, never again.