From the recording Out and In
Lyrics
Hot drinks and cold mornings were meant for each other
Libraries and lattes go hand in hand
And in mine I've got nothing
In my mind there is much
What’s the rush
And the pages I fold and tattoo and abuse
Wear evidence of caffeinated lullabies
I dream of the departure
This spine has had its torture
From this sad excuse for furniture
Oooh, I'm a jailbird
These hours must be days long every day a wasted crime
These crimson fingers wasted on somebody else’s dime
And still I stay at wooden tables
And still I pray I'll come out soon
Out of this womb
But all these robots and machines compete for numbers on a page
Their wires never tire though their oil needs a change
My question that remains is
What's the lesson to be gained
From paying for fancy fucked up names
Oooh, I'm a lifer
Who can't decipher
Between the bars
Bail me out