you never stop fighting
you kind of hope you will
but i am still trying to wrestle the lightning
i am still trying to express how i really feel

i cannot entertain –
those i do not know
i cannot clean away the rust
on feelings –
hurt by those i no longer trust

who is dancing with me?
i built the swing
but i never grew the tree

moonshine
it shines on
they were a coxcomb
then they were gone

we love to think
we have got everything
but i know we forgot the kitchen sink

but they got the rest
some people –
fall for plasticine arms
you see them looking for self respect