Some time's at night, Lord, you know
Busted down for vagrancy
So I threw it away
Under lock and chain
Where the blind man sings his song
And outside my cell, it sure as hell, it looked like rain
Yesterday's newspaper forecast no rain for today
Finds me Saturday bound
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled
A thousand voices screaming in my brain
Though the demons danced and sang their songs
And I'm left standing with my penny in my hand
I've killed my violent nature with a smile
Eight days from Sunday
I can still feel the pain
But he sees, Lord, what they can't understand
It's the 33rd of August, Lord
And I'm finally coming down
Now, I've got my dangerous feeling
There's a big crowd at the station
Fell down to my knees
Once I stumbled through the darkness
Woke up in a squad car
Yesterday's news was old news
Within my fevered brain
