Michael looks up at the bottle from under a glass table    He's mouthing words I can’t make out, something about innocence    He calls us all his best friends    And swaggers into the haze of no questions       Joy keeps a strict diet of popsicles, pop-tarts, and heroin    She likes to open the doors and go looking for Morrison    She biped and fell on Jesus    He says I've been walking the gardens looking for you    I've been desperate too    Maybe she’s just hiding from the big thing    Maybe she's just hiding from the big thing    In a fantastic distraction    Twelve steps forward and thirteen steps back       Sonny works hard on the pavement all of the live long day    He drives home, sits down with his burdens placed where his wife should be    Turns on the TV set    And toxicates himself with gamma rays    White noise for the pain       Maybe he's just hiding from the big thing    Maybe he's just hiding from the big thing    In a fantastic distraction    Twelve steps forward and thirteen steps back       Moth on the window pane    Drawn to the light    Can’t find an opening    Back to the light