In the fading of the evening light
In the middle of an uncertain life
With the seven hours gone
Working the wheel, the wire, the hammer, the hill, and the stone,
With the coaching and the talismans, and still
You are wet to the bone
The bodyguards of the breakneck pace
Kicked you out of their crew
Here's your chance
To stand up straight
And embrace
This good news
You're sleeping
to compress the time
You're leveled out
And glassy-eyed.
The bodyguards of the breakneck pace
Kicked you out of the crew
I'm begging you to stand up straight
And embrace this good news.
Here's to the misfits and the loners,
The comediennes and the stoners.
Love to the lost philosophers,
Love to the maidens of honor.
I honor you.
Oh, how I would lift you up
And carry you home.
C'mon, let's go home.

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