Tapping On The Glass

this air-conditioned hell

it never does surprise me

these glowing little bells

they take me when they ring

 

I made it through the tunnel

without a single bruise

but now my eyes won’t open quite

like they used to

 

can you hear me

tapping on the glass?

can you hear me

tapping on the glass?

 

saint Francis on my astro-lawn

reclining in a chair

he says he gave me notice

but he can’t recite the prayer

 

I tried to get real loaded

leave easy life behind

but I didn’t have a motive so

they hung me out to dry

 

can you hear me

tapping on the glass?

can you hear me

tapping on the glass?

 

I crashed into the cell

right through the ceiling floor

piano keys and baby’s teeth

my mother opening the door

 

I tailed the van through Lincoln Heights

it stopped before the bridge

a starlit man stepped out and said

it’s time to come on in

 

can you hear me tapping on the glass?

can you hear me tapping on the glass?