I think it rains every time I step outside with a jacket
I go back in and the sun starts shining
I open the window and then it begins to snow
I can’t trust the weather
Mother Nature is out to get me.
Every time I turn out the light, the stars forget to shine
The moon hides behind the house
Until I turn on the light, then it blazes like the sun
I am blind but I can see in the dark.
Oh boy, what can I do when I lie down in a bed with no blankets?
And when I find blankets I lose my mattress somewhere?
On the floor, I find my pillows stacked up in a row
I forgot to put a new sheet on my bed, anyway
The ground is falling and I can’t help but see
The sky is sinking into the rivers on ice
Summer blizzards of a dry rain in a still wind
Burn frozen flowers with a sprinkle of a cloud
I can’t hear the thunder when it’s that loud
The lightning flashes in the dark
A black bolt of emptiness in a yellow sky
Now it’s time for spring to blow its dead leaves
And for the fall to bring us warm autumn rains
I was born a dead man in a bed of violet roses
Through eyes that hear hateful love
And ears that see a loving hate
We are all born to die when we are just dying to live
A king is just a jester someone handed a crown
And a throne that he can stand upon to see a lonely crowd
Give him some eggs to juggle and he will be the law
And he’ll break every shell and sit down in the corner
Look up in the air and you will see the canyon
Ready to blow out stardust in a mesocyclone quake
The mountains all have eyeballs swallowing their lips
Feet breaking against the tide like diamonds made of teeth
Every time I walk outside, the lights blow in my house
I climb the roof in the basement and sit on the chimney steps
I turn the knob that locks the window
And make sure I put the chain on my floor
Then I ring the doorbell from the attic
And flush the toilet down the sink
Yesterday you asked me an answer
To the question I gave you from abroad
I made a statement without your words
I wrote it down on the phone
Then I called you with my letter
And burned it in my broken glass
Guess if I stand here long enough
It will stop raining inside my coat.
But I wouldn’t hold my throat.