PASSENGER

it’s open season for reigning men
so wheel us around again
just for a moment can we pretend
the conversation’s open-ended
a body moving with brain in tow
i shout as the cancer grows
so carve a rut for my family line
automatic and out of time

art stale, faces pale
flip the channel keep my mind in a jail
what’s left, who’s got the right
i only wanted to leave on a light tonight

i live and breathe in a painted dome
an image of home sweet home
so systematic and so remiss
the fists of a pacifist
i’m stumbling at the starting gun
and i’m not the only one
automatic predictable
punch my card, believe in something

clever rage, i’m amazed
the door is open but i’m still in the cage
must confess, i’m a mess
i only wanted to leave an impression
i think i thought of you
in a flash, in a hole in the night
i think i’ve got to ride
ride the light

art stale, faces pale
flip the coin and keep on chasing our tails
what’s left, who’s got the right
only one of us will live out the night
i think i thought of you
as the uniforms were taking our names
i think i’ve got to ride
ride the light.