Sometime After This

In a daydream you had made arrangements for Pretty flowers laid after the massacre You awoke in a startling start of death The Holy Ghost, the townies, tangled in a total mess As if Sam Shepard rang the early morning bells An email from the grave, "I hope this message finds you well" If there was ever any lingering doubt Kid, just look at where we are right now But on the precipice, sometime after this We'll watch the changing tides deride this false self-righteousness Where the truth is laid, just up the stairs I will meet you there Sweet black-haired burnout out on 2nd avenue The nation turns its lonely eyes to you I came here to find forgiveness, I came to risk it all I came to write my name upon the sacred green room wall and she said On the precipice, sometime after this We'll hear the music try to fight, divide and conquer this And when they break for smokes, right up the stairs I will meet you there I will meet you there And after the afterparty, in the pre-dawn hush We'll find a coffee cart preparing for the morning rush And if I cease to understand the gift they've given me Then God have mercy on the soul that doesn't know it's free 'Cause on the precipice, sometime after this I may again lose sight of all the lives I could have lived But where the music plays, like an anxious prayer And all the promises we made are vanquished in the air Where the answers lay I will meet you there I will meet you there