Sing Sing Sessions

from under your sheets out into the hall you sleepwalk through the rooms where you grew up out through the porch and the old front doors carried by words that you learned when you were small down the stone steps and into the night it’s the boulevard and the hum of her hard lights and when you open your eyes you’re in central park carried by the words that you learned when you woke up:

even though – i thought i was – all alone – i was wrong even though – i thought i was – all alone – i am not

you can hurry home to mama and your house of doors get the bolt in the hole and you can close all the windows but keeping out the killers and keeping out the creeps isn’t keeping out the doubt and the disbelief as they look for god in them ivory halls you can see her on the porch, listening to the radio, singing that wanderer’s song:

even though – i thought i was – all alone – i was wrong even though – i thought i was – all alone – i am not even though – i thought i was – i was wrong – i am not

and even if – you’re scared stiff – you can trust in this – you can trust in this

you’ll be a bright light coming out of the dark all the doctors blinking hard you’ll be lightning coming out of a storm it’s a message! it’s a miracle!

you will do alright you got your mother’s eyes you got your daddy’s head, everything you need

for this hard ride they’ll be strapping you on oh the ups and downs and you can’t get off! yeah, it’s trouble we’re handing off and you gotta do better than us

but it’ll be alright you got lots of time you got your daddy’s love, everything you want

i can feel you, and what you’re going to be you’ll be stronger, you’ll be smarter than me! oh baby! i’ll say it again you’re the most incredible thing!

sorry this is it it’s cold and hard and badly lit and there’s no backing out of it

so forget where you’ve been it’ll never be that good again and we must only look ahead

soon you’re thirty three and everything you tried to be was pulled apart by fear and greed

but young hands can build you up and carve your face in honest rock sunlight on your noble jaw

young hands build you up…. so i’m happy that you’ve come along i’m happy that you’ve come

we watch the land and imagine our bodies buried within all the blurring green imagine our bodies hovering

we’re always on the edge we’re always on the edge of something bigger than this.

said: i ain’t married yet, not some marionnette, i cut my strings and i went wandering

between two poles one was dirt and the other was gold they push and pull if one is evil is the other one good? is it good? cause we’re always on the edge we’re always on the edge of something bigger than this cause we’re always on the edge we’re always on the edge of some impossible trick

i spit my piece the words are sweet but they hardly speak so i shut my teeth and i won’t say anything

i’m losing you. i can see it. i’m losing you. i can see it. i can see it. i can see through. the thin skin’s moving. i can see through it.

like a loose balloon, i am lost and loving the view

the road bends long, like mother’s arms reaching for these four black tires and through the night, our knuckles tight we knock off miles and yellow lines

and when it all comes in it’s the biggest thing it’s the blooming night in the white of your bright blue eyes and when it all goes past, it’s the fastest wind and we make it, we make it, we make it

and we don’t look back, cause we don’t need that and we’re going too fast, and we don’t want to, don’t want to crash

the road comes round, it’s a curving crown and our tired temples try and wear it proud cause you get away from all you made all the kid’s mistakes you were taught to make

but we don’t look back, cause we don’t need that and we’re going too fast, and we don’t want to, don’t want to crash

at last we stop when the night comes on and i drive into you, like i’m driven to do and when we then lie still, i still feel the road go, and them spinning wheels…

(the minutes dropping off, the miles are dropping off…) (obedient kids, obedient kids, look what we missed, being obedient kids…) (we go by a million minds, we go by a million dreams, a million silent buried seeds we go by a million lives, we go by a million streets, million silent buried seeds…) (we are seeds…)

and we don’t look back, cause we don’t need that and we’re going too fast, and we don’t want to, don’t want to crash