I'm a million miles from anywhere, where can I be? Somewhere out on the ocean Just take a look on the horizon, what can you see? There's nothing there
Can you hear the call of a blood-seated song singing "battered old castaways why don't you come home?" It's a long way back, but we're gonna go home
I feel destruction running hard through my veins But I see redemption rushing my way My victories are bittersweet and now I can tell The only place my
Castaways, gypsies of the dawn Angels out of darkness with Nowhere to belong Bound together, we've been cast Into the storm Castaways, children of the
There's a place your mother goes When everybody else is soundly sleeping Through the lights of beacon street And if you listen, you can hear her weeping
You slept in your overalls After the wrecking ball Bereft you of house and home And left you with sweet fuck-all So we got in your car With our kickabout
By the bumper cars, in the pretty twining light I may have gone too far I may have gone too much, too long I'm a dull and witless boy In the after bars
This cocoon, caught in Vesuvius' shadow Only the ashes remain And I waited there for you Why couldn't you? Here we lie waiting for something to startle
Grace Cathedral hill All wrapped in bones of a setting sun All dust and stone and moribund I paid twenty-five cents To light a little white candle For
And here I dreamt I was a soldier And I marched the streets of Birkenau And I recall in spring The perfume that the air would bring To the indolent town
There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house And how it green grows there And we've got special boots to beat the path to my house And it
I'm a legionnaire Camel in disrepair Hoping for a Frigidaire To come passing by I am on reprieve Lacking my joie de vive Missing my gay Paris In this
My name is Leslie Ann Levine My mother birthed me down a dry ravine My mother birthed me far too soon Born at nine and dead at noon Fifteen years gone
They've come to find you, Odalisque As the light dies horribly On a fire escape you walk All rare and resolved to drop And when they find you, Odalisque
Sitting upon the shore The waves crash and echo inside my head Approaching out in the distance A ship of slaves to bury the dead This island is a pirson
You push me when I'm falling And then you put me down I guess I missed my calling I should have been a clown How much more? How much more can I stand
Where are you way and fairing stranger? Have you lost all of your faith? Are you victim to the circumstance of a dying breed and race? Do you have
I head for distant lands Leaving my expenses Forsake this land of plastic I would try to be something But you wont stop talking Drifting for the farthest