Father of my morning, once my child to the night   I see that you have minds to cop   And I can only watch with sickened sorrow      Little do you know of the progressions that you teach   The people that you reach are tired   Of livin' in a world of elastic towers      You dance with them and sing a song of changes   And talk with them of life and all its dangers   Surround yourself with now familiar strangers   Who kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time      And the clock on the wall is a bore   As you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor   As he begs you for some more, you frozen smile      You cannot ever picture me, you know me by my thoughts   A file for your travelogue, oblivious to the night   The fog around you      The germs, they are ridiculous, they bother you at night   The blood that rushes to your brain   The ticket on the plane you're never catching      The price you pay exclusive of your taxes   To chop you up inside with tiny axes   The girl looks up to you from floors she waxes   And speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes      And the clock on the wall is a bore   As you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor   As he begs you for some more, you frozen smile      The metaphysic wrinkles in the face of what you face   Are hidden by the fake-up man   Who lives inside the Sterno can beside you      Now climb ye to the mountains   As the sun is almost gone escaping from your other selves   Your brothers hide among the shelves inside you      The games that people play can only bore you   But only those that know you don't ignore you   And how many times have I come there to restore you   And caught you lying on the couch with father time      And the clock on the wall is a bore   As you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor   As he begs you for some more, you frozen smile