No Traffic - All

You flush a fish down a toilet

And look down to see your

Second hand is dead still

You think them somehow connected

But you can’t be sure and it’s

Just as well

What to do next when the shit piles up?

You can’t decide, you go outside

Stand in the moonlight drinking coffee from a paper cup

You’d almost swear you hear voices

But you know it’s nothing but

A noisy, guilty conscience

You hear monotonous noises

It’s that time of night

It’s so predictable

Oh what a feeling to listen to your blood

The way it feels, when it congeals

Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud

Close your eyes

No traffic, in or out

Tired eyes

No traffic, in or out

You won’t decide anything tonight

No need to rush things, they’ll keep

Until tomorrow

Just make a fresh pot of coffee

And stay up all night and get

Nothing done

Don’t you hate preference, I know

You hate choice

Just hang your limbs

Out in the wind

And clear your throat because you don’t know when you’ll need your voice

You hope it won’t be long before

You’re back in the action like a moth around a light bulb, but

Who gets to say when the switch flips

And the light goes off and you

Fly away

You could be standing and watching city lights

But where you’ll be is where you’ll be

And what you do is up to you

Stand still you’ve got the right

Close your eyes

No traffic, in or out

Tired eyes

No traffic, in or out

I think I see the East, I think I see the East

And as I face the East, I swear I taste the East

I’ve got to go back, I’ve got to go back East

Where there’s no traffic, in or out