Fine Fine Fine

The living word I thought you died

I wrote a song that said you tried

But couldn't live your life inside

This world of ours.

And when your pockets fill with sand

Every hour passes with demands

That go unmet, with empty hands that follow them

And you stay every day

Trying to make it go away

Don't go.

And the things that you say

Like you're acting in a play

You know?

And I saw you in a hall

With a pair of horns atop your head

But that was just someones's mistake

A translation they had missed

Just one more on a long list

Of foreign phrases that they had misread

And it happens all the time

It's a slow and steady grind

That leaves everyone behind

Til it's forgotten and it's fine.

I froze my eyes were red and dry

The summer night went slowly by

As hums and buzzes failed to help me

Sleep again.

And I heard tell that the precious stones

That shook the earth and rattled bones

Would some day make a fitting home

Somewhere pretty