Now the birds are clawing at him Bears are pawing at his skin
Streams and cabins calling to him Friends who'd die to let him in
Places in the end mean nothing When kipple fills up the divide
But I'll be right here in the morning By your ever-loving side
Even shopping carts are conscious Even they deserve to live
Even in this greedy commerce Everyone has love to give
And so I speak with hesitation Though I feel it should be said
I will not deal in specifics of the ghosts around my head
Even shopping carts are conscious Even they deserve to live
Even in this greedy commerce Everyone has love to give
Places in the end mean nothing When kipple fills up the divide
But I'll be right here in the morning By your ever-loving side
Views from train windows make me lonely City lights fill me with something inexpressible
And I think I'll spend my whole life trying to get to whatever it is