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My life was a taxi / and I always paid for the ride in back / sometimes right there at the moment / other times / long after the fact / now I’ve seen every street in this city / and know every dark corner by heart / but the next time I need to go searching / I’ll negotiate the fare / from the start.
Sailing on an ocean of sleep / the deep blue water rushing by below / and though I wasn’t ready to go / when the slumber came to take me away / I was too tired to resist it for another day / now I’m traveling through another land / and everything I planned has fallen far behind / it’s impossible to know the night from day / or what I might find / when I open up my eyes / sailing on an ocean of sleep / the deep blue water taking me away / the daylight lost and nothing left to keep / I just got too tired / to remain here for another day.
The greatest terror I ever faced / was being tossed into this world / without any money / and the greatest joke I ever heard / wasn’t in any way funny / it was this talk about equality / and how all are really equal in the end / in death perhaps / but in this kind of life / it only comes down to the money / my friend.
There is a distant chant that is coming down from the hills / it is as far away as a barely remembered dream / something important has gotten lost / there are rivers that can never be recrossed / a man alone in this world has no meaning / I’m ready to quit this life / and go back to the dreaming.
I dreamed I sailed around a dark continent / as if I’d been sent on a mission of sorts / to gather information and write out reports / in an entirely new way / and though I didn’t know what to say / or who would be there to receive it when I did / still I sailed like Captain Kidd / aiming my sails for where the heavens were torn / and crashing my ship into every storm / this morning I awoke / still not sure what it all really meant / but the daylight broke like waves / as I returned from the dark continent.
We have to take pills / just to bottle up the rage / so we can sleep inside of the cage / we talk about kids / like they’re just going through a stage / when they dare question / the walls of the cage / we trade our lives away / and still it’s hard to gauge / how we will ever pay to keep up the cage / and as our days end / then we spend our old age / looking out through the holes / of our own lonely cage.