A Light in the Mirror

Everybody hurts, Bad Day
Around the Sun, Ages of You
Accelerate the Aftermath
I’m Feeling Gravity’s Pull

I Took Your Name,
I Remember California,
I Wanted to be Wrong,
I walked with a Zombie

Hope will lead a Horse to Water
take a High Speed Train Half A World Away
Leaving New York to Houston
Because It’s a Free World Baby

It’s the End of The World As We Know It,
but I’m Not Over You
I Don’t Sleep, I Dream… I Believe
listen to the Voice of Harold

I Walk Unafraid of the Wake-Up Bomb
West of The Fields, Burning Down, Burning Hell, a White Tornado
Catapult a Chance, a Carnival of Sorts
but I Can’t Get There from Here

I’m Crazy with Circus Envy, Fascinating
I Find The River, Cuyahoga
this Daysleeper can only go Nightswimming
with a Camera and a Beachball

Jump on the Bandwagon, and I’ll Bang and Blame
the Boy in the Well, Chorus and the Ring
Bittersweet Me will send my Country Feedback
All The Way To Reno

Beat a Drum, my crush with eyeliner
Departure from this Dark Globe and Disappear
Diminished Disturbance at the Heron House
Draggin’ the Line to Ignoreland

I’m the King of Birds, I’m the King of Comedy
I’m losing my religion, just a touch
this Imitation of Life

I’m laughing, let me in
Make it all ok with a man-sized wreath
Perfect Circle this Pilgrimage Photograph
Second Guessing a Sad professor with Seven Chinese Brothers

She just wants to be shiny happy people
romance, permanent vacation, pale blue eyes
a near wild heaven, talk about the passion,
the one I love, so fast, so numb

Stand with a Sponge, Star Me Kitten, Star 69
Superman was Supernatural Superserious
Staring down the barrel of the middle distance
listen about how the west was won and where it got us

Sitting still, in so. central rain, sing for the submarine
Stumble is the ascent of man, we walk with wanderlust
What if we give it away?
Why not smile?

Until the day is done,
there are toys in the attic tired of singing trouble these days
the wrong child, the sidewinder sleeps tonight
try not to breathe, as it turns you inside out

Sweetness follows the outsiders shaking through
parakeet on the fly, me in honey
with maps and legends, find magnetic north
I’ve been high, but I’ll take the rain

I am a hollow man with good advices
I can sing the finest work song, fretless, gardening at night
Exhuming McCarthy, because Monty got a raw deal
It was the final straw

You are the everything
you’re in the air
where I belong
at my most beautiful.