Great Big Sky Full of Air
On this trip to somewhere.
I’m trying to let reality, measure up to my fantasy.
The sky bleeds pink and electric blues,
With billowy clouds like a punch-drunk boxers eyes,
In a Great Big Sky Full of Air.
The residents of the hotel are packing.
This might be Belgium, but it’s been a lot more depressed.
I know I’m not thinking straight.
Being near you has me in a whirl.
The lives I’ve lived are only rehearsals.
This is gonna take some getting used to.
I’ve lived between the lines so long,
Broken glass has been my companion.
You come on strong
And it’s the nightly meltdown
In a Great Big Sky Full of Air
From my window I can see a worn out beggar-junkie.
In front of a church across the street.
With a pale face like fine white paper.
He’s got no veins left to shoot, He’s a medical excavation,
Hooked up with a boon companion-a killer addiction with a slow appetite.
And the oceanic moon is coming up again.
We can both see the gasoline puddles across the road,
and I’m looking for a match and a smoke.
I’ve lived between the lines so long,
Broken glass has been my companion.
You come on strong
And it’s the nightly meltdown
In a Great Big Sky Full of Air
I got some ghosts,
I’m running afraid of car doors slamming,
And that look in your eyes.
If you say “I want you”.
Just wait till after my little reflex reaction-
Nail my shoes to the floor.
After all I’m not up on your womanly ways.
And most nights I’m so exhausted,
I just lay flopping on the rug like a fish that jumped it’s tank:
Quietly drowning in the airwaves.
Because it’s another evening of listening to CD’s,
On my bed of nails
I can’t make out the bright lights singing.
Sail along you gasoline moon.
I’ve lived between the lines so long,
Broken glass has been my companion.
You come on strong
And it’s the nightly meltdown
In a Great Big Sky Full of Air
I was a howling wolf once,
A poster boy for the Underground.
And still I see bodies spilling out of the Clubs and Bars
Like toys thrown across the floor.
And I should know what to do.
Instead of waking in your bed,
It’ll be morning,
I’ll be frustrated in a restaurant,
60 cycling through despair,
Waiting for the roof to fall in.
Here goes another day on the rock pile.
I’ve lived between the lines so long,
Broken glass has been my companion.
You come on strong
And it’s the nightly meltdown
In a Great Big Sky Full of Air
Sometimes I’m too hard on myself.
Sometimes I’m a pay-cheque junkie.
Sometimes I have the Grand Canyon for wounds.
Sometimes my Bohemian self screams.
Sometimes I laugh at the wrong place in the movie.
And that’s the way it is with me.
Hatful of rain, contortions almost done.
Some go it together and I have gone it alone.
That’s not been easy.
I Just wanna wake up in your arms.
Jump into your smile.
Use your toothbrush,
Hold you, and talk awhile.
I’ve lived between the lines so long,
Broken glass has been my companion.
You come on strong
And it’s the nightly meltdown
In a Great Big Sky Full of Air