passing through the station
I saw things made you cry
no luggage on no carousel
‘til it showed up in your eyes

when she had found some calm
she said she would return
but she did not return

maybe in sickness they’d get a guitar
and tell me to wish upon stars
don’t get out of bed
don’t bother your head

there's a boy at the lost and found
wandering round
he cussed the man he looked up to
there's a boy at the lost and found

this world will not come to your doorstep
the world will not bow down before you
the world is just there
and it mostly don’t care

in these skewed and twisted times
in this world we build on stilts
stilted me seeks perfect you
fair notion in my head

don’t build me a road
to walk where you lead
don’t offer salvation
that first makes me bleed

as I dream of Eden scenes
and wake with unseen bounty
Spirit’s calling me
to raise these un-cogged bones