Other Lamplighter
It Piles

all the boys and girls are singing songs about songs
who am I to tell them they're wrong
all my mirrors show the wrong years
I'm tired, I'm tired

I saw it in you, but you didn't see it through
looking for something to replace this deja vu
islands without bridges, pages without digits
it piles, it piles

how many paces before you know which way you're facing?
how many places before you know where you're staying?
how many races before you know just what you're chasing?
how many faces before you know you're not faking?

how many have fallen prey to the day-to-day?
how many sunsets till the sunset is cliche?
think they've misconstrued the light bulbs we've unscrewed?
the miles beguile

eyes wide open, but not quite awake
something bout an apple, something bout a snake
the red carpet bristles, the slot machine's wistful
the choir retires