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What are you waiting for?
Lead-in night at the laundry mat
And I'm staring at
You pulling clothes from a dryer
And I'm wondering how I got here
'Cause it seems somehow I keep
Getting stuck in the mire
I needed this more than I knew
And I let you down and I said I'm sorry
But the light that falls on my castle walls
And my basketballs pelt me with bricks
In my dreams
Tonight, well maybe
What you need, I hope it finds you
Oh, I might
I might be, well maybe
Maybe someday you'll get it right
Oh, I
If I could bottle my hopes
In a store bought scent
They'd be nutmeg, peach
And they'd pay the rent
And I'd ride a horse
And I'd teach a course
On how I got to be a star crossed pimp
Get up, get up, well
You ride on back there up there
Oh, I might
(Gonna live forever boy)
I might
(Oh, you're a clever boy)
Maybe
(You know you never said goodnight)
Oh, I might
And no-one saw the carny go And the weeks flew by Until they moved on the show Leaving his caravan behind It was parked out on the south east ridge And as the company crossed the bridge With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed It shone, just so, upon the edge Dog-boy, atlas, half-man, the geeks, the hired hands There was not one among them that did not cas an eye behind In the hope that the carny would return to his own kind And the carny had a horse, all skin and bone A bow-backed nag, that he named "sorrow" How it is buried in a shallow grave In the then parched meadow And the dwarves were given the task of digging the ditch And laying the nag's carcass in the ground And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around saying "The nag is dead Meat" "We caint afford to carry dead weight" The whole company standing about Not making a sound And turning to dwarves perched on the enclosure gate The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait" And thean the rain came Everybody running for their wagons Tying all the canvas flaps down The mangy cats crowling in ther cages The bird-girl flapping and squawking around The whole valley reeking of wet beast Wet beast and rotten hay Freak and brute creation Packed up and on their way The three dwarves peering from their wagon's hind Moses says to Noah "We shoulda dugga deepa one" Their grizzled faces like dying moons Still dirty from the digging done And as the company passed from the valley Into a higher ground The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow And on the mound Until nothing was left, nothing at all Except the body of sorrow That rose in time To float upon the surface of the eaten soil And a murder of crows did circle round First one, then the others flapping blackly down And the carny's van still sat upon the edge Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge And the rain it hammered down And no-one saw the carny go I say it's funny how things go
Everyone says sooner or later you'll reach the end of the line When things get rough some think it's easy to jump the ship . . . You decide I say--don't throw it away There's about a million reasons why Though you've heard them all before And you're getting very tired Lay your head on my lap and I'll sing you this lullaby CHORUS Don't you know That everyone around you Has felt the pain you feel today You're out of control yeah--and you want someone to tell you When you wake up in the morning it'll only be a dream You're out of control . . . There's a cloud-rollin' overhead and it seems to rain on no one else There's a black sun--casting a black shadow, and I know you feel so all alone You're out of control--and you want the world to love you Or maybe you just want a chance to let them know That you live and breathe and suffer And your back is in the corner and you've got nowhere to go Nothin' for nothin'--everything's right at your fingertips--for a price Who ever said that life on this planet would ever be paradise I say--don't throw it away, you've got too many things to say If you throw away your life, if you throw away your life . . . The world will never be the same CHORUS You're out of control--and you move without direction And people look right through your soul You're out of control--and you want someone to tell you When you wake up in the morning it'll only be a dream And I wish that I could tell you, it'll only be a dream
