Maybe I’ve failed since I sank in the pale

Of the stars as they swam in the lake.

But I’m feeling just fine

With my bread and my wine

And my thirst that no water can slake.

We don’t last very long

When we prop up the strong

 The truth is, we all must atone.

But I’ve never been brave

Or an unwilling slave

And my words are just flesh on the bones.

So don’t turn off the sound

Of the merry-go-round

That makes up our strange little ride.

And don’t muffle the glow

Of the comfortable show

That just rakes us all in like a tide.

We don’t last very long

When we prop up the strong

 The truth is, we all must atone.

But I’ve never been brave

Or an unwilling slave

And my words are just flesh on the bones.