I may be right,
I may be wrong;
but the walls are tight
an' I ain't that strong
to keep pushin' away,
to keep dreamin' along;
gotta face the night,
gotta make my way
thru this "oh so long",
dawny an' not so bright
valley of deep decay.
an' if I'm happily right
I hope you'll understand:
I couldn't take the chance,
no, I had to really smite
the ugly an' fickle face
of this harassin' night!
'fore I could try an' bend;
'fore I could wear your skin;
'fore I could make a stand;
'fore I could lift a flight
(an' not land on my chin).
but if I'm deadly wrong
an' it was just a dream,
I'll have to leave this bed
an' wrap it up with thong;
then I'll blow off some steam
an' maybe write a song
about what it does mean
to swim the tones of red
an' how they do not spring
an' where they do come from
(they used to pump; I bled).
