avignon

i spent a life time knocking round

the same old patch of concrete

i waste all my time breaking rocks

and painting smiles on my feet. i seize the end

for we drift toward the blue shore

send the birds along

i'm not waiting for this day

she's my little sad eyes

i'm her bluest boy

she's my little sad eyes

i'm her bluest boy

i've become a weapon

she's my little sad eyes

she's become a toy

i'm her bluest boy

you may call me a fool

destination to no end

i may cast the anchor

down into the bottom of this well

i dreamt about the train we somehow lost

that bled those giant marbles made

of sand for us

i wrote all night

free man

alright!

big day

all smiles. burned all their files!

i wrote all night

free man

alright!

big day

all smiles. burned all their files!

i wrote all night

free man

alright!

big day

all smiles. burned all their files!