Blank Passports

If he's the singer then I'm okay
Let's walk him out in awkward rain
And shed the vials and catch the corpse
It comes again through reverse doors

Can it spread out? To the street?
Blank passports in the Pennsylvania heat
Well I'm the one who made you that way
Here it comes again unchained and unchanged

Serious American composers
Drift into the room
The world had not heard of them
They arrived too soon

Now we're making a mess of the mountain
And trashing our rooms
They call us heirs to the emptiness
Still we whistle their tune

I heart the great lakes
I shot the son
I wore the blindfold
I fled at dawn
And caught the visions
While they're inert
It dignifies your bold cohorts

Does it commute? the sentence steep?
22 years on the Massachusetts street
Well neither pill nor poison control
Can prop up a lifetime dig us out this hole

Serious American composers
Drift into the room
The world had not heard of them
They arrived too soon

Now we're making a mess of the mountain
And trashing our rooms
They call us heirs to the emptiness
Still we whistle their tune
And you're living like a classical code word
Spoken as one heard
It uttered from the podium
And brought down to herd
And what you should have known in the beginning
You won't know till the end
That the way to the exodus
Is back from where we came