From the recording Life Aint That Long
Lyrics
Cut it loose. Cut it loose.
For Christ’s sake, dig it out and cut it loose,
The rueful treasure in your chest, the buried child that’s of no use.
The bitter gilded stupid sorrow so staunchly unsurrendered
From that hollow part that once held a heart.
Tune it out. Tune it out.
Turn it off. No one is even listening.
Even to a kind, kind friend, it only sounds like pissing.
You've been betrayed again and again by a restive, unforgiving brain,
And by those songs that always seem to make it fucking rain.
I ain't going down this time.
You can’t bring me down again. This time it’s mine.
I've no more room for shadows.
I’ve no more time for that kind of noise.
Say good-bye to one of your Wednesday boys.
Look again. Look again into that mirror.
Cross yourself down and count to ten.
The stranger in that unkind glass ain’t never been no real good friend.
Although you both could stand a real good talking to.
Would he listen this time?
Ask yourself, would you?
So cut it out. Cut it out.
Come no nearer, not even for that one last look.
Step of the shadows. Lift the chin up off the hook.
Leave behind the songs that always make it rain,
And all those holes where you earth your poisoned honeyed pain.
I’m ain't going down this time.
You can’t bring me down again. This time it’s mine.
I've no more room for shadows.
I’ve no more time for this kind of noise.
Say good-bye to one of your Wednesday boys.