[00:09.104] I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain
[00:12.893] And he wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again
[00:18.114] He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper
[00:22.206] I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
[00:27.072] And I tried to tell him he had a sense
[00:31.017] Of color and composition so magnificent
[00:35.116] And he said, "Thank you, please
[00:37.106] But your flattery
[00:38.635] It's truly not becoming me
[00:41.581] Your eyes are poor, you're blind you see
[00:44.531] No beauty could have come from me
[00:48.374] I'm a waste
[00:51.105] Of breath, of space, of time"
[00:57.065]
[00:58.537] I knew a woman, she was dignified and true
[01:02.451] And her love for her man was one of her many virtues
[01:07.440] Until one day she found out that he had lied
[01:11.627] And she decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie
[01:16.749] But she was grateful for everything that had happened
[01:21.349] And she was anxious for all that would come next
[01:25.571] But then she wept, what did you expect?
[01:28.476] In that big old house with the car she kept
[01:31.460] And, "Such is life," she often said
[01:34.564] With one day leading to the next
[01:37.470] You get a little closer to your death
[01:40.498] Which was fine with her, she never got upset
[01:43.677] And with all the days she may have left
[01:46.680] She would never clean another mess
[01:49.796] Or fold his shirts or look her best
[01:53.902] She was free
[01:57.560] To waste away alone
[02:03.336]
[02:05.181] Last night, my brother he got drunk and drove
[02:08.969] And this cop he pulled him off to the side of the road
[02:13.095] And he said, "Officer, officer, you've got the wrong man
[02:17.728] No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you don't understand"
[02:23.388] The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful
[02:27.754] And your carelessness, it is something awful
[02:31.854] And no, I can't just let you go
[02:34.718] And though your father's name is known
[02:37.706] Your decisions now are yours alone
[02:40.764] You're nothing but a stepping stone
[02:44.944] On a path
[02:47.608] To debt, to loss, to shame"
[02:54.491]
[02:57.408] The last few months I've been living with this couple
[03:01.754] Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles
[03:06.751] Oh, they fit together like a puzzle
[03:11.445] And love their love, and I am thankful
[03:15.688] That someone actually receives the prize that was promised
[03:20.317] By all those fairy tales that drugged us
[03:24.298] And still do me, I'm sick, lonely
[03:27.278] No laurel tree, just green envy
[03:30.128] Will my number come up eventually?
[03:33.214] Like love's some kind of lottery
[03:36.188] Where you scratch and see what's underneath
[03:40.037] It's sorry, just one cherry
[03:45.312] I'll play again, get lucky
[03:48.910]
[03:52.500] So I've been hanging out down by the train's depot
[03:57.267] No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there
[04:01.909] They remind me of windup cars in motion
[04:06.069] The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions
[04:11.000] And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense
[04:14.939] And your life's one track and can't you see it's pointless?
[04:19.702] But just then my knees give under me
[04:22.458] My head feels weak and suddenly
[04:25.247] It's clear to see it's not them but me
[04:28.279] Who's lost my self-identity
[04:31.371] As I hide behind these books I read
[04:34.463] While scribbling my poetry
[04:37.549] Like art could save a wretch like me
[04:40.541] With some ideal ideology
[04:43.597] That no one could hope to achieve
[04:46.665] And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me
[04:49.905] And everything I've made is trite and cheap
[04:54.433] And a waste
[04:57.017] Of paint, of tape, of time
[05:03.325]
[05:09.341] So now I park my car down by the cathedral
[05:13.904] Where the floodlights point up at the steeples
[05:18.586] Choir practice is filling up with people
[05:23.204] I hear the sound escaping as an echo
[05:27.659] Sloping off the ceiling at an angle
[05:32.258] When the voices blend they sound like angels
[05:37.191] I hope there's some room still in the middle
[05:41.565] But when I lift my voice up now to reach them
[05:46.141] The range is too high way up in heaven
[05:50.002] So I hold my tongue, forget the song
[05:53.339] Tie my shoes, start walking off
[05:56.007] And try to just keep moving on
[05:59.075] With my broken heart and my absent God
[06:02.676] And I have no faith but it's all I want
[06:06.733] To be loved, and believe
[06:12.454] In my soul, in my soul, in my soul, in my soul

I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain
And he wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
And I tried to tell him he had a sense
Of color and composition so magnificent
And he said, "Thank you, please
But your flattery
It's truly not becoming me
Your eyes are poor, you're blind you see
No beauty could have come from me
I'm a waste
Of breath, of space, of time"
I knew a woman, she was dignified and true
And her love for her man was one of her many virtues
Until one day she found out that he had lied
And she decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie
But she was grateful for everything that had happened
And she was anxious for all that would come next
But then she wept, what did you expect?
In that big old house with the car she kept
And, "Such is life," she often said
With one day leading to the next
You get a little closer to your death
Which was fine with her, she never got upset
And with all the days she may have left
She would never clean another mess
Or fold his shirts or look her best
She was free
To waste away alone
Last night, my brother he got drunk and drove
And this cop he pulled him off to the side of the road
And he said, "Officer, officer, you've got the wrong man
No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you don't understand"
The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful
And your carelessness, it is something awful
And no, I can't just let you go
And though your father's name is known
Your decisions now are yours alone
You're nothing but a stepping stone
On a path
To debt, to loss, to shame"
The last few months I've been living with this couple
Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles
Oh, they fit together like a puzzle
And love their love, and I am thankful
That someone actually receives the prize that was promised
By all those fairy tales that drugged us
And still do me, I'm sick, lonely
No laurel tree, just green envy
Will my number come up eventually?
Like love's some kind of lottery
Where you scratch and see what's underneath
It's sorry, just one cherry
I'll play again, get lucky
So I've been hanging out down by the train's depot
No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there
They remind me of windup cars in motion
The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions
And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense
And your life's one track and can't you see it's pointless?
But just then my knees give under me
My head feels weak and suddenly
It's clear to see it's not them but me
Who's lost my self-identity
As I hide behind these books I read
While scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch like me
With some ideal ideology
That no one could hope to achieve
And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me
And everything I've made is trite and cheap
And a waste
Of paint, of tape, of time
So now I park my car down by the cathedral
Where the floodlights point up at the steeples
Choir practice is filling up with people
I hear the sound escaping as an echo
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle
When the voices blend they sound like angels
I hope there's some room still in the middle
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them
The range is too high way up in heaven
So I hold my tongue, forget the song
Tie my shoes, start walking off
And try to just keep moving on
With my broken heart and my absent God
And I have no faith but it's all I want
To be loved, and believe
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul, in my soul