» The Tempest
I stretch out my limbs and count up my time
I pour in a bowl some cold cereal
I turn on the war til my belly is full
I drive into work on a crowded freeway
Talk radio is angry today
In the parking lot the wind blows the leaves
And I feel the tempest coming for me, me
Coming for me, me
What am I supposed to be doing?
Im typing, Im copying and answering,
Discussing, and Im listening,
Reporting and accumulating, segregating,
Entertaining, premeditating
But what is it I keep debating?
Oh I dont know, I only know that youre my love
Though sometimes I just drift up high, look down from above
Up where I hear thunder, feel the sky grow dark,
Smell the breeze through treetops, watch the lightning strike
Now here I sit, computer screen and burning eyes
Here I sit with food to eat, to get my high
Oh I dont know, I only know that youre my love
And so Ill just keep repeating, and slowly start deleting
The things that keep my bleeding and hope the sky clears up
I hope the sky clears up
When I get home I park in the street
I rush in the door for more food to eat
The TV comes on and my face grows numb
My eyes glaze over and my mind goes dumb
Watching the clowns, the stylish attire
The killings, the lust, the giddy desire
Then I turn on the war and while drifting to sleep
I feel the tempest coming for me, me
Coming for me, me