I will not apologize for the train wreck
You brought all that baggage
Now you sort through it
Because now I’m hunting for my voice, see
I got tired of all the parallels
So I uprooted tracks to grow ladders out from stairwells
My voice might be up here in these mountains
Echoing between griffons’ nests
Or nestling between a goddess’ breasts.
Goddess?
No, I’m getting confused again
Just two soft hills I passed when I used to take the train.
I will not apologize for stealing the bed sheets
You taught me to make a parachute just in case
When what I needed were sails to visit space in my starship
My voice twists tongues with the sun, hon
It don’t parlez vous you and your moon talk
So bright and quiet, but visited by shadow
You know, the dark train that could
But I should not concern myself with lunacy
While my voice still calls to me
From the lip of God’s coffee cup
Take a sip and stay up to see the griffons landing on the street with me
As I come flying home.