Slow Hamilton

He watches the moon
He goes to bed with images in his brain
A film to the apathy he lives
For trivial points and names

That I bet you think you know
Claim that you've felt when the evenings were slow
Turning slightly, slowly turn
Really it is, endless cycles you burn

They may be small and they may be good
The breakthroughs he claims he makes
They could be big and they could be bad
Mistakes that he's already made

That I bet you think you know
We're not here without you
To know without you
A life beyond slow Hamilton's scheduled day

This time for getting out and maybe to testify
But feel there's nothing one can do
But name them, blame them
They all got in it for you

Show me around your lonely room
Tipsy and comb my head
I brought you a box of chips and wires
Nothing is dreary there