all these vain distractions
yeah and the worship of the buck
somewhere i think we gave out
at this club called the out of luck

it's deeper than the blackness
yeah than all the blacktop holds
starving for an omen
and the spaces they're wide open

and it's where you cast your heart tonight
from your less than humble home
and out here don't you learn to bleed
like something from a deeper need
yeah and all that's underneath unheard
still unspoken in other words
the open sky audible sigh

a simple science and good report
some human interaction
feelings long since disappeared
reported missing in action

an image lands the knock out punch
at the end of every quarter
yeah and trends they are tomorrow's landmines
we are always tripping over

yeah and all the common standards
and the measurements you use
to judge the labors of your hands
your threshhold of abuse

yeah and failure she's a new-found friend
you let her sleep once on the floor
when you rise to check out
yeah she follows to the door

is it a sign you're getting sicker
is it a sign you're almost well
the way it is with skin and bones
well who on earth could tell

you pitch your tent and you sing your song
by morning you're forgotten
and we're falling off that old soap box
and the chasm has no bottom