Clean Clothes

And it's coming near closer And it's learning the truth All the digital back row gaining on you Watching what you do There's a slow retreating As you go back from where you came And clean clothes are worn inside your filthy brain There's a truck unloading Between the faded yellow lines In the morning light we see the change That happened at night On a long vacation Moving through the world outside Discovering the free place that you are And all creation calls attention to your name Incriminated by the violence and pain And the elevator's falling As the clouds invent the rain And the cruel master always has his way And all creation calls attention to your name Incriminated by the violence and pain So you stood in the doorway But you never went through The eyes no longer saw the way That the muscles would not move There's a slow retreating As you go back from where you came And clean clothes are worn inside your filthy brain Clean clothes are worn inside your filthy brain