Through the window I could see
a glimmering gaze waiting for me -
A choice, in the noise:
Light from afar or delight at the bar.
One more day mind glazed;
One more day in the shade;
One more day of empty glasses;
One more day for second chances -
Fear stained memories in a cage,
forgotten feelings in a haze,
cold and shrill and numbing:
Another thing coming…
So time for home, time for bed,
too many words have been said;
Cold relief, short and brief,
turning tables, writing labels,
making time to switch (which is which?)
One more day mind glazed;
One more day in the shade;
One more day of empty glasses;
One more day for second chances -
Fear stained memories in a cage,
forgotten feelings in a haze,
cold and shrill and numbing:
Another thing coming…
Now you’ve set me up
in the middle of some good luck,
with the myth:
The iron gate of an altered state -
Myself withheld from all my sins,
falling down on the sharpened ground.
The night-time cure, the magic mixture, the mystery -
Your special power shimmers in a night-shine,
a potion of lost emotion reflecting
a fantasy in my head.
One more day mind glazed;
One more day in the shade;
One more day of empty glasses;
One more day for second chances -
Fear stained memories in a cage,
forgotten feelings in a haze,
cold and shrill and numbing:
Another thing coming…
Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker
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