The King Of The Jailhouse

I Suppose I Should Be Happy To Be Misread; Better Be That Than Some Of The Other Things I Have Become.

It's Not Easy In This Phosphorescent Gloom Telling Waking Dreams Apart Anyhow.

You Drew A Bird That Was Here, A Kind Of Sweet Chanticleer. But With A Terrible Fear That The Cage Couldn't Tame

Better Take The Keys And Drive Forever. Staying Won't Put These Futures Back Together. All The Perfect Drugs And Superheroes Wouldn't Be Enough To Bring Me Back To Zero.

One Of The Things I've Really Gotten Past In The Last Couple Of Years Is The Idea Of Being Made Uncomfortable By The Way Things Appear, Rather Than How Things Are. Clearly In This Business You Have To Contend With A Lot Of That.