WHITE NOISE

I’ve got a question, who’s got an answer?
It’s all on the line, all on the label
Chip in the glass, tall drink of water
Started out close, image is farther away than it seems
Carpet of bees on the floor of the house
Where you laid down and die in your sleep
Go tell the kids food’s on the table
It’s all you can give, all that you’re able to do with yourself
Manage your health, call your doctor
At least he can offer you sex in a pill
Willingly fill your prescription for anything over the counter
And still
Tired old man, fish out of water
Give up your sons, give up your daughters
Give up the ghost who told you the coast wasn’t clear
When it was, when you needed it most
Head full of hammers, fist full of nails
Lid on the coffin, powder keg bailout
The bow of a boat barely afloat
In a sea full of sailors howling one note
At the moon as it screams with a skeleton scream
Who are we, who are we
Who are witness to a legion of dreams