Joy-sick (Live) Lyrics

Walking through the working land

Surrounded by acres of sand

Not worried about no roundabout

Just thinking how the world is round

I walk past a group of pastel youth

Playing with their plastic sleuth

They laugh softly at my clothes

And I smile in repose

Because my clothes are warm and they smell like me

I'm embarrassed by their honesty

How can something so cold still emanate heat

Is there something I can't see

Now, everynight the city hums

Electric lights and grounded slums

Murmuring and whispering

It knows when you are listening

I see an airplane in the sky

Up a million ladders high

And I wonder out loud

Do you dream of me

Do you dream of me on the ground

A billion colored kites

Cast up into the air

A billion starry nights

With no more room to spare

Sunlight hung in the room

Like the dust in the womb

Approximated suicide

Floating out like a landslide

A billion specks of dust

A billion times to rust

Over and over again

This cycle has no end

An almanac of spaces

Leaving wispy traces

This world is an endless circus

With little flashes of purpose

This world is a candlestick

This world is a cynical politic

This world is a broken joystick

This world is just joy-sick

I see an airplane in the sky

Silver spaceship in my eye

I try to scream up to their speakers

But the range is too high way up in the ether

But I still wonder out loud

Do you dream of me

Do you dream of me on the ground

A billion colored kites

Cast up into the air

A billion starry nights

With no more room to spare

What do you think

What is your just

What more is there for you now

Because this world is leaving us