AWOL

Three dozen cycles, give or take a sum
The sum of that experience - how to keep running
O I know justice, it's a birthright if you're born right
And I know how handsome is that trick of the light
So don't be mistaken in thinking I'll do right
Given the chance to do wrong again and again

Summer romeos casing the park
By the uniform urinals of love's rural province
O don't you know time, with its petty vial of sands
Inscrutable face and merciless hands?
And don't you know love?
It's a whirlwind of feathers
Tickles you to your nethers and leaves a terrain of despair…

And I know when grief goеs unchecked
Therе's a kind of relief in the wreckage for the wrecked…

Weren't you alone last time I saw you?
How do you keep running from the world and the war?
O I know young fathers who once were like soldiers
AWOL in flung places
Or without standing orders
Alarming approaches to time and it's killing
No victimless crime again and again

Monday night, Goodies and The Doctor
Now that bath time's over, time for pyjamas
O I know self pity, it begins with nostalgia
And you'll die of melancholy if the dolor don't get ya
And I know a poem on a wall next to a picture
Of a dick and a fanny, by a smear of regret

And it sings of its own long demise, something about imperium
And a new sun will rise
And "O please don't go with those horrible guys, they only want one thing."
O please don't go with those horrible guys, they only want one thing
Again and again