Edge of the water at the end of time

You can see the other shore on the horizon line

It's a trick of the light, it's not too far away

I'm at the bottom of a bottle

Floating next to the bay

I'm tired and I'm lost but I'm still putting up a fight

I'm harder and I'm thinner and I know my rights

I'm livin easy, livin free, bein all that I can be

I got a mouthful of opinions

And they're mine to keep

I'm worried about the weather, it's threatening to rain

My dogs have all left town, they ain't been seen for days

My gods are all on fire, I don't know which way is up

Doesn't matter anymore, a door opens

A door shuts

Nothing's as easy as an alibi

To spoonfeed yourself when the prophets die

A choice between exile and little white lies

It's the same thing, the same thing

I walked out of an impossible dream

No one, not even me, could even tell just what it means

I steal everything I can just to eat

I can't talk philosophy

When I'm layin down in the street

And I'm shaping up, to ship myself outta town

Everything I thought I knew is an illusion to me now

And I'm searching through my books, but I can't find the right thing to say

I'm not a criminal baby

I'm just taking a holiday 

I'll make it easy like an alibi

To spoonfeed yourself when the prophets die

A choice between exile and little white lies

It's the same thing, the same thing

Nothing's as easy as an alibi

To spoonfeed yourself when the prophets die

A choice between exile and little white lies

It's the same thing, the same thing