The Groundskeeper

And there's a breeze and it's blowing by the road Rattling this bag of bones And as I make my way through the storm There's a scrap yard proud of my tale Flag me down a driver I says: "Take me the long way home For I am the passenger seat prophet you've been waiting for And I long to see the chicken wire again" I awoke in the morning With a green throat and a sore head Like a jellyfish born on your clean bed Not knowing what to do I just fell in love with you As the dog outside the door craved my attention I think I'd like to meet the groundskeeper But I don't know, I think I've lost him along the way He's beneath our eyes, he's got William Burroughs eyes I think he's had his day Lurching in the sun Thorns and nettles on the run, the ragged brush he swept The pavement which he kept so clean I've seen it in a dream Then sitting down, wiping off the sweat from his furrowed brow With a rag of Irish tweed Yeah, Yeah And take me back, I'll abuse no more I've been falling by the wayside in real time Take me back, I'll abuse no more I've been falling by the wayside in real time I think I'd like to meet the groundskeeper (Yeah man if you're sure) I think he's brewing tea (Come with me, lets see) Behind the willow door Manuscripts [?] filled up with words that reassure Like a language no ones speaking anymore In the corner theres a bookcase for his bed And a tin straw hat to perch upon his head Says it brings him closer to the land And he wears it like a crown for the common man Yeah, Yeah And take me back, I'll abuse no more I've been falling by the wayside in real time Take me back, I'll abuse no more I've been falling by the wayside in real time I think I'd like to meet the groundskeeper But I don't know, I think I lost him along the way