Lazy eyes on the landscape
Wing small birds singing in my brain
Electric bell speaks nine a.m.
Into consciousness off to hell

Lunatic reflection
Oh that’s me baby here I am
Ten feet high here we go again
I can’t do this
Yes you can

There’s thunder in me

Businessmen transient’s mothers racing off to destinations
Newspapers credible headlines
Children with no education
Coffee conglomerates hypnotizing barely conscious nations
People are laughing and smiling

It reeks of beautiful life
Beautiful life
In the morning

Pavement beats beneath feet
Broken dreams littered on the street
Electric gospel overhead
Buy salvation
Raise your dead

There’s thunder in them

If I was lovely she thinks I wouldn’t be so broken hearted
If I was brilliant he thinks I would have gone off to college
If I weren’t scared of my shadow I’d be off the street today
Inside they are laughing and crying

They reek of beautiful
Beautiful
In the morning

Brilliant lies when the dream began
Try and fail is the roll of man
Electric bell speaks nine a.m.
I can’t do this
Yes you can

c 2007 Kat Downs