blue-cold heart blues (nothing but departing)
Dust is like a blanket, shooing the sun to bed.
Wind’s the wanton strumpet with the hat upon my head.
There is a limit to words, then it’s anybody’s guess.
What needs to be heard when there’s wounds to dress?
And the snowman’s mouth is missing.
But he’s still got his nose.
No need to worry about kissing.
He’s still got all his clothes.
And I can’t think of nothing but departing before worse replaces bad.
Once “Everything for me is just starting,” was the only thought that I had.
The coin of the realm is tokens.
The snowman breathes into my ear,
“That the real thing dare not be spoken
There’s already too much fear.”
And the banana fish are extinct.
Rye’s wiped out by the crud.
A prayer’s turned into a shriek
Cut short by a dull-sounding thud.
And I can’t think of nothing but departing before worse replaces bad.
Once “Everything for me is just starting,” was the only thought that I had.
The ticket window is boarded up.
Late comers get left behind.
I’m holding on to my one-way ticket
Like I’m holding on to time.
And the snowman’s clothes are missing.
But his “Yes” exceeds his, “No.”
No need for lower forty-eight kissing.
When you’re with an Eskimo.
The train ain’t heated but we’re smiling ‘cause we’re on the go.
You see the last two seats out of here
Went to me and the man made of snow.
Fact is if the truth be told, I’m really kinda glad.
Even though I can’t think of nothing but departing before worse replaces bad.
Once “Everything for me is just starting,” was the only thought that I had