I'm going back to the pavement back to the pavement back to the pavement where I belong back to the pavement back to pavement a paradox in which a right equals wrong back to the pavement where bloody fables are sucked like cough sweets listening to rave go back go back go back go back go back...
I'm going back to the pavement back to the gutter trip on your laces you run as you stutter back to the pavement back to the pavement where all the kids are made to hate one another back to the pavement where from the gable you tripped and fell wrapping your head around the cables go back go back go back go back go back
Back to the pavement back to the alley back to the scum and the slang speaking rally back to the buckets back to the cream back to the boy child inhaling his dreams back to the pavement a brief engagement thanks for the memories still I can taste them go back go back go back go back go back.
There was a time all I wanted to be was an angry young man with an outlet.
Looking back now it was necessary with the old spice and squidgy brown hash.
On further reflection there was freedom for me in the old spice and squidgy brown hash.
Looking back now it was necessary all the old spice and squidgy brown hash.
Golden youth is upon me though I know it merely a loan
I drink coffee and write like a bastard to discover how much I do own
I have known what it is to be fluid
I've been teacher then student then dunce
I have lived like a sage then a joker
I have pissed in life's glass bowl of punch
I am the fool who has been granted fortune
I'll stagnate then I'll thrive it goes on
I drink coffee and write like a bastard
In search of courage
In search of meaning
In search of song
