Lyrics The Jim Carroll Band - Hairshirt Fracture

It`s a garbage truck hour, I`m sleeping in the shower
I`m feeling like I`m waiting on a train
By the sounds from my bed I think somebody`s bled
All over something someone`s keeping clean

I don`t need anything, just make it bright
then turn it low
You don`t need more than me
You could live right there beneath the stairs
I`ve done it, I`ve said all I can, I`ve reached the end
Now you must learn to bend
Bend to the floor, taste the core

You`re not going nowhere
leave the money right there
I feel the arrow sticking in my ear
We owe so much we pawned
Now watch the power come undone
I`m standing on my head to watch the day just drift away
This city always makes the same mistakes, asleep or awake

I`m sick of waking up inside white balloons
Inside of blue balloons

New York air is sweet tonight
there`s no stars but that`s all right
I`m breathing

I feel you through your fear
Pull the arrow from my ear
Tonight we`ll take a different way home
They say the fire burns but won`t consume
But it does consume

You`re slick, you shoplift
What`s left of my brain
You haven`t changed
This city always makes the same mistakes,
it`s just like me
It always breaks in two
I`m sick of me for being sick of you
We`ll take a gypsy cab to heaven or hell
Time will tell