Then
Excuse the rude interruption, but I've got to tell you
This thing’s sinking quickly and it’s gonna kill you
It's too late to solve it with an intervention
But there are some ideas we’ve yet to mention:
Sacred string of words, holy manuscripts
Healing energy fields, electromagnets
We’ve got to get you cleaned up and out of those dress clothes
I’ll explain to you now how the sickness will unfold

It starts with insomnia and a gradual pneumonia
And when you start to cough blood, they’ll quickly disown you
And you’ll have to be open to an uncertain surface
To put your tired feet on, while we perform the surgery

Let’s get you better friend
Let’s get you better friend

When your ligaments break and your anger is toothless
With Antigone’s shame, knowing you didn’t choose this
Some will kick out the ladders, but most are indifferent
When your ashes are scattered, they’ll quickly forget you
The other night I looked up at Orion, and though he has no eyes
I could tell he’d been crying...
Up in darkness undying, I recalled the time when
You held up a lantern to a face on some money
And with comic perfection, declared its bankruptcy
Friend, I wouldn’t worry about which direction
Waters are all murky and all connected
And I wouldn’t fret who comes to your shores now
The windows are blurry inside every lighthouse
But my God! I said more than I meant to say
I just get on a tangent, get carried away...
I shouldn’t worry you all about the future
So often I get lost in all the minutiae
But let’s get you better first
Let’s get you breathing first
Let’s get you water for your thirst
You’ll be up and at it again
And the wheels will start to spin
And we’ll worry about this then