quinta-feira, dezembro 20, 2007

Better

as they go by
don’t look with eagle’s eyes
smile on your jailers
until they grow weak
nothing can compare
to something that’s almost there
to tear up the madness
that all of us seek

say, hey, have you heard
blue whiskey’s the rage
i’ll send you a jug
in the morning
it is absurd
to live in a cage
you know there’s got to be
something better