Play For Today

I'm in a play written today about a boy

Who hides in attics when the sun is up

Everyone is at work

What will I do? Where will I go?

Show me the way, the truth, the anger

Show me rules of thumb

Show the way to grow old

Love is a guide

The endless river of the soul

But we are mean

The dried up riverbeds of rock and stone

Lust is my friend

She comes to me when I am tired

Life is a road, death is a myth

Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood

Work is a sentence, family's a drag

This house is a trap

I'm in a play written today about a girl

She gets on perfectly with young and old

Everybody loves her

What will she wear? The cut of her hair

The way that she slides

Gracefully into the working week

She hides her baggage inside

She's got a friend

An ugly monster that will eat your face

She hides a crime

A hefty catalog of wasted time

She's got a friend

A lonely monster that will prey on you

Life is a secret, death is a myth

Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood

Work is a sentence, family's a drag

This house is a trap

Life is a secret, death is a myth

Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood

Work is a sentence, family's a drag

This house is a trap

I'm in a play written today about a boy

Tired and melancholy takes the weight

Takes the weight of the world

I walked alone, loving the sun

Walking the earth

A worn out sister who was twenty three

Dried and wrinkled, alone

I'll give you a month

To see past shadows in your sacred mind

Give you a week

To look Medusa in the eye

I'll give you a month

To notice heaven at the side of stage

(Author, author! Author, author!)

You're king inside your head

You're sitting on a throne of sand

You're pushing back the tide

So lift the mountain up

So tie the writer's ribbons down

Assemble all your troops

We go to war with metaphors

You'll suddenly see sense (and suddenly see sense)

And when you do, I'll have the higher grounds (I'll have the higher grounds)

You're not the king of me

I'll take my chance and play for tyranny

I build the sets, I light the scene

We're braver when we're on the sacred screen

I build the sets, I light the scene

We're braver when we're on the sacred screen

The backstage of your life

Is filled with props and lines you should have sung

The backstage of your life

Is filled with echoes of the ones you loved