The Collected Works

There was a tempest roaring in the deep blue
There just to put the revolution in you
You compared the cost of a war
With walking into a wall

Nobody saw you coming, including me
The empty bottles of coup d'état at your feet
You repeat the same free advice
The kind of entrance you'd have expected
From the collected works of exits

And you have defended the chemistry of the divide
But careful wants of conversation aside
A beat too late and it's gone
A twist on natural law

Then you arrive with an impact rivaling science
Sealed, delivered, a gift to the magi signed:
"To my old friend the news
Who dropped in recently, unexpected
From the collected works of exits."

You faked your way through legend and into the black
Your careful wants of conversation stacked
In towers so high that you thought
"Here is it, the entrance I'd have expected
From the collected works of exits."
From the collected works of exits
From the collected works of exits