No straw to gold
'Round parts like these here
A burnt out bus sticks up
Sundial in the weir
Losing a game
We were not playing
Gone to seed
Twisting in the wind
Autumn to autumn
They slowly
Disappear
Abandoning a boat
That got too hard to steer
Losing a game they were
Not playing
Gone to seed
Twisting in the wind
But on the darkest night
I see most clear
The way to anywhere
But here
I'm blinded
To the big picture
But just before morning Jupiter
The circus used to stop by
In the banner years
Nothing sacred
Left to sober
The sightseer here
I'm losing a game
I'm not playing
Gone to seed
Twisting in the wind
But on the darkest night
I see most clear
The way to anywhere
But here
I'm blinded
To the big picture
But just before morning Jupiter
Surely it can't get any worse
90 days on this earth
The healing comes with admitting
I hear, so just before morning
Clear
On the darkest night
I see most clear
The way to anywhere
But here
Jupiter...
Uninterrupted between us and the heavens
