the corner

The Corner

The Third Three Years - 5:20
(Originally by Cory Branan)

Down on the corner of what I want, and what I tend to get,
Day drinking and dreaming of you, I let
The ashtray smoke my last cigarette.
Once I had a casual acquaintance with my impending doom.
Years ago she promised me, some day soon,
But how? I've moved from room to room.

I ain't transcending much of nothing,
I've been down in it, I ain't free.
Weren't no experiment - these seven years they went
Like a life out of me.

Clowning on the corner of almost gone, but maybe not just yet,
There's still a little left to pawn and the bones aren't set.
The cast is slack, the plaster's wet.
Stepping up the escalator singing, hell, I am out of here,
Past the predetermined terminals of tears.
The wings are warm, the runway's clear.

I ain't transcending much of nothing,
I've been down in it, I ain't free.
Weren't no experiment - these seven years they went
Like a life out of me.

Maybe all the world's a hollow recreation, my desperate bretheren,
A hallowed blue hallucination, we play to win.
Put your right foot out, put your right foot in.

But it's a useful little illusion that'll lose you for a song,
In the beautiful confusion you've been down and counting on.

I ain't transcending nothing.
I'm still down in it, I ain't free.
Weren't no experiment - hell every tear was rent
Like a life out of me.

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