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