Here it goes A sort of Ex-Voto With a hand full of discord that is ready to sew And how wild it grows Dear friend of mine Through brick and dime Your Iscariot silver has up and lost its shine How it shined, it shined Is there no one left to help The widow's son that fell a long way down? Now I'm too many words lost down the drain Gather me like rivers, gather me like rain I don't mean to accuse, I don't mean to complain I'm too low to the bird for my prayer to be heard anyway Full attack Over trails and track When your eyes are too far forward to know what's rolling off the back A long way back Tilt and sway Mercury's in retrograde I'm just a glutton for punishment and the kitchen's open late Is there no one left to help The widow's son that fell a long way down? Now there's too many keys linked on my chain They're so heavy in my pocket, so heavy in my brain And I stumble and fumble for an opening But not a one of them unlock anything interesting anyway