You can't always tame the tiger
You can't always keep the change
You can't always hear continents colliding under
Low count sheets of hot summer rain
When I wake up in the morning
Sometimes I hear my mother cry
The tiny weeps he tries to keep
Quiet as a bu*terfly
She straightens up and fills my cup
With coffee and with cream
Just then my Jerome wakes up
And he begins to scream
You can't always tame the tiger
You can't always keep the change
You can't always hear continents colliding under
Low count sheets of hot summer rain
Later on the bus downtown
I stare out at the rain
The silent streaks of my son's teardrops
Sliding down the window pane
At my job in the hotel
I strip the dirty beds
No one leaves nothing behind
Except their snakeskin sheds
At a time when my world seems wrong
My precious son come awake in a song
Smiles at my little lullabye
And takes tomorrow's hand
My precious little man
You can't always tame the tiger
You can't always keep the change
You can't always hear continents colliding under
Low count sheets of hot summer rain
When I lay down in the evening
Sometimes I hear a pistol pop
But there's something out there in the night
That don't want me to sit up