Lyrics
Throttling, hurtling
Just going, going
And hurting, going
But it's gone, it's going
And not knowing where
In the ground or in the air
A golden stare, whatever
It's going
I stop by the lake of strangled crane
It was the color of copper, I saw the crane operator
I heard the operator swallow, saying it looks like rain
And I had the operation because steady was a doctor
And I was in pain
Freedom or whatever, whatever you call it
It's a stairway or a slow ride, it's reality or a landslide
I heard the bartender died of a broken heart
And a shattered pelvis
He was buried in Kansas, it was part of a promotion
They were trying to undermine the confidence of the tumor
The confidence of the tumor
The confidence of the tumor
The confidence of the tumor
The confidence
I saw a beautiful drummer get the whip of a spider
Well, I wished I could've saved him
I saw a little boy in serious danger of getting older
He was trapped, sitting shotgun
And he was trapped sitting shotgun in a Cutlass Cruiser, Cruiser
Well, I'm on the street and some say it ain't my year
I hear a little voice all thump-thump-thump-thump-thumping through my chest
I feel the hummingbird-fast heart in there whirring like mad
Got a spiriting feeling swimming around my head
And I haven't even had any cocaine yet
And I don't even want any though, I bet
It's like some kind of sentence that passes between us
That someone else said, that someone else said
But that someone else said
I last saw you, Frankie, walking that Hampshire due
When you shot 5000 feet up into the gray sky, what could I do?
Now I bet you're in space, write me or whatever
I feel so far away
Like I'm an old typewriter, out on the showroom floor
Like I'm the Last Starfighter and they forgot the war
And they burned my trailer, and they're on my tail