Assumed that you were not Dislocated in thought Assumed that you went blind Or maybe just forgot I'd rather not split hairs You lock yourself upstairs I'll sleep out in the hall Believe that no one cares There's pills out there for that There's hooks to hang your hat There's proverbs to absorb But books just make you mad I'm swinging without end A thinly veiled plan No hoses and no tanks More grief than I can stand No that's not even close The holiest of hosts Will stop to say goodbye Here standing comatose I'm late again You all know where I've been Unearth this monument The shovels won't dig in The photos in the hall The lights are coming on The door is being thrown You wave a magic wand But we're still stuck outside With faces open wide The violence comes in quick We're swept up in the tide