today i'll go out and spot some trains
tomorrow i will teach myself to play guitar
then the harp and finally the harmonica
and i won't get bored, i'll be so busy with myself
i'll remember the words of all the pretty songs
and at nights i'll file my collection of ancient italian coins
and play all the early albums by pink floyd.
and while i find myself greeting new daylight with scorn
i make this body run into the woods at the break of dawn
my legs still work, they do, and i have to prove
like i always have to prove
i will cover the stains on my walls with several layers of paint
wash my sheets into a whiteness that is quite a pain to maintain
and when i see you smile i'll force my eyes to faint
(like an empty heart can't handle a full stomach)
but i hope you'll smile again
