Cabin Man

I was paralyzed, sick of my own brain

For months, every time I drove over that bridge, I'd feel a tug

My eyelids would get heavy, and I'd smile

And long for the sleep of all cowards

It's not that I wasn't loved, far from it

I simply lacked the ability to feel it

Sad, isn't it?

So I made the big climb up to the top of that bridge

It was a beautiful day, of course

Perfect sleeping weather

As I contemplated the deep, I saw that final door

There was a light coming from underneath it

So I knew that my maker was home

As I prepared to lean forward and reach for the knob

I saw something move

There was a cockroach by my right foot; a big one

What was a cockroach doing on top of a bridge?

I'm no entomologist. Another one of my many faults

Instinctively, I lifted my foot to step on it, but I pulled up short

He couldn't help that he was a roach

He was just doing what a roach does

I put my finger down there and he climbed up on to it

And crawled slowly up to the middle of my bare arm

We sat that way for about twenty minutes

Me, thinking thoughts and feeling feelings

Him wiggling his antennae

Then suddenly... suddenly he spread his wings and flew

Up and up, higher and higher until he was gone

Then I started... I started to cry

I cried and I cried, until I heard a voice from below

"Hey, you fuckin' idiot! What're ya doin' up there?"

Then I told him... I told him... I told him I don't wanna go

I don't wanna go. I wanna.. I wanna.. I wanna rise! Rise! Rise!