Tuesday, September 8, 2009

2. The Man of the Hour of Men

I'm all of a set of knives when the bombs are dropping out of the sky. So unprepared and overeager. So unaware, won't you tell me teacher: what am I gonna learn that could see us through to the promised? And what is it I deserve? I haven't been, and come on, I'm being honest. Who would even want us? The callers haven't been by in days. Behind these barren walls I invest in ways. So unprepared and less than eager. So unaware, and I don't care either. What am I gonna learn that could see us through to the promised? And what is it I deserve? I haven't been, and come on, I'm being honest. Who would even want us? How many little things does it take to turn your life into a dream? It's all so drawing, but there are so few ways to put us on a good heading. There are better things than what the man of the hour brings. There are better things than what the man of the hour seems. There are better things than what the hour of man brings. There are better things! It's what we'd do well to learn. Haven't yet, and c'mon I'm getting nervous. Yeah, I'm getting nervous! When I'm all but what will get it right.