Painted Eyelids

I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids

The world is your oyster and the trash bags are your kids

The ceiling is invisible there’s a bird sinking through the sky

and every hour that passes is teaching me how to cry

Because it’s lonely here in the ugly part of town

the buildings are all vacant and the telephones are down

There’s a police siren singing like a tiger with no skin

the sewer drain is glowing and I don’t know what state I’m in

And the river is on fire and there’s chemicals and debris

All the roads are blocked off it’s just too hard to see

So cancel my appointment and set up a whole new show

Because I’m in need of a good hot meal and a life to call my own

So get me a plate of money and get me a blanket and a chair

The limitations are limitless they’re floating through the air

Because it’s real and it’s true the things I see in you

And there’s nothing that I wouldn’t talk about with the clearest dream that ever drifted by