Lyrics: Ada Lund
Music: Ada Lund
Got a call from the club
From the boss
Said the rig's goin' down and the money's all gone
Get your ass on a bus and come home
So I walk up the block
To the pawnshop
And I'm prayin' to God that my strings won't be popped
'Cause there's nothin' sadder than a broke guitar
Playin' spark-gap sigils
Shadows like flames on the wall
My light's gettin' little
'Cause nobody sees me at all
Ain't it just like a song? They get lost
When they're older and bored and the kid has to talk
Get their mind off the ghost of the door
See the three-headed dog of the gods
Chasin' moon-colored rabbits in silvery ponds
And there's no sadder thing than a mind in awe
Playin' spark-gap sigils
Shadows like flames on the wall
My light's gettin' little
'Cause nobody sees me at all
My brain is a missile
It's pointed straight up in the sky
Now the thoughts are all fickle
'Cause nobody's there to reply