Ra Ra Etc.

I fought tooth and nail through the billows grey

To some deeper pit of my converging self

A humid locker where I pile my guilt

And where I often pluck the first lines for myself

I fought tooth and nail for the right I had just to be myself and she

Well she empties out upon this caricature′s smiling brow

But deep in the morning I'm taut and rough

Here in the morning I′m fine enough

Ra Ra Ra etcetera I sing it

Deep in the morning I lash back the curtains fold

Take in the few sure truths I hold

Though sorrow came and root got choked

Green thing dead now dead thing grows

Though deep in the morning I'm taut and rough

Here in the morning I'm fine enough

Ra Ra Ra Etcetera

Muttered softly coffee mantra

Pretty close call though I′ve seen closer were the words that no one said at all

When the Lord went up to Lazarus′ tomb for an encore to his swan song Maybe then a chatter and a conversation after

With a joke and then a laughter about a curtain call

Maybe then the matter was the death that came thereafter

And the point was that the result hadn't changed at all

Deep in the morning

I sift through my clearest thoughts Separate haves out from have-not′s Wager out those decent shots

The math is always slap-dashed

Deep in the morning I'm taut and rough

Here in the morning I′m well enough

Ra Ra Ra Etcetera

Nothing more than a tune to hang on

Deep in the morning I lash back them curtains fold

Take in the few sure things I know

Like nothing ever seems to go the way I meant And etc.

Deep in the morning I'm taut and rough

Here in the morning like Lazarus

Ra ra ra etcetera

Marching on to the tune of what now