I spent a life time knocking round   the same old patch of concrete,   I waste all my time breaking rocks   and painting smiles on my feet.      I seize the end   for we drift toward the blue shore   send the birds along   I'm not waiting for this day      She's my little sad eyes,   I'm her bluest boy,   She's my little sad eyes,   I'm her bluest boy,      I've become a weapon,   She's my little sad eyes   She's become a toy,   I'm her bluest boy      You may call me a fool   destination to no end   I may cast the anchor   down into the bottom of this well      I dreamt about the train we somehow lost,   That bled those giant marbles made   Of sand for us   I wrote all night, Free man, Alright!   Big Day, All smiles. Burned all their files!   I wrote all night, free man, Alright!   Big Day, All smiles. Burned all their files!   I wrote all night, free man, Alright!   Big Day, All smiles. Burned all their files!