Spiritual Weekend Forecast
Black skies
No stars
Only white clouds reflecting
Artificial light
From the bright signs
And the cars
And the white moon
A cataract over L.A.
I wish the sun would come soon.
In my dream
Cold wet grass
My bare naked ass
In this field
God knows where
And if he's there
Does he care
I'm in pain.
Hold my hands up to the sky
Ask for mercy
I get rain.
And as I stand there
And shiver
Neck deep in the river
I remember.
I remember the summertime
And the rainy afternoons
With board games
And warm chocolate milk
I remember the tire swing
And the tree house with the steps
That kept breaking
I remember the shade umbrellas and the garbage bag parachutes
I remember the paper hats and cardboard forts
I remember the prank phone calls
And the poker games we played for puzzle pieces.
I remember those days
And I remember that kid who flew
From the top of his garage
To his driveway.
He thought he was Superman
And so did we
Cause they always told us
We could do anything.
And we said, "Anything?"
And they said, "Anything."
And meanwhile God thought,
"What a cool idea"
And he let kids jump off the top of garages.
But all that fades away
And takes its dark corner
Under a rock, in the river
And there are plenty of others to look under
And shiver.
You remember that time
You got detention
And you saw that sign
And it said, "Due to cut-backs,
The light at the end of the tunnel
Has been turned off."
And you remember that song that said,
"Let it be."
And you remember that song that said,
"Que Sera, Sera."
And you remember that song that said,
"No you can't always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes,
You might find,
You get what you need."
And you remember that poem,
The one you wrote after you finally took a risk,
And the whole thing turned out badly,
And it said,
"My old leather boots, busting at the seams,
Busted on 17, busted wallet, busted dreams."
And you remember when
You were growing up
And they all thought
You were so cute
And they all said
Isn't it adorable
How he's adjusting to reality
And isn't it just precious
The way he's getting use to failure
And learning to accept his shortcomings.
And as the water rises
And floods your eyes
With God's tears
You know
That sometimes they never even hit the driveway
And they never have the chance to get back up
Because they never stop falling.
And for some of these
They wouldn't have it any other way.
Because is there really a difference
Between flying and falling
So long as you never touch the ground?
And yet to us stuck here
On the dirt
In the river
We know
That no, you can't choose
To be happy
But you can choose
To be miserable
And so maybe
If we can choose
To be miserable
We can choose
Not to be.
And maybe it is possible
Maybe we can fly
Maybe we can
Not hit the ground
Just like Superman
And maybe
I can do anything
And maybe that moon is not
A cataract over L.A.
Or a moon at all
But a tire swing
And maybe this river
Is for swimming
And maybe I'm not
Cold or Wet or Naked
Or Lonely
Maybe when I shook my fists in vain
God was just giving me
What I really wanted
And yes, maybe I wanted rain.
Maybe I wanted to Row, Row, Row my boat
Gently down the stream
And if all of this is just a dream
Well then sweetheart
Things are exactly as they seem
And after all
What is the difference
Between this dream and that
If upon waking we should both
Wake well rested?
And if in the morning
Tonight is a nightmare
Then that sun will be
All the more sweet
Because there is nothing more exciting than
The prospect of defeat.
And as it climbs the sky
And hits its peak
The river will evaporate
And the mist will be
Blown away by a cool, soft breeze.
And it will be so beautiful
And it will be so glorious
And that is where I will be,
And that is where I will say,
Here I am
Where the river and the sun once met
And now I am all that's left
But as I look to the west
And I see the sun set
My clothes are not done drying
The day is too short
My face is still wet
I'm still crying.
Yes of course I'm still crying
Because I will never stop dying
I won't stop living
And I won't stop trying
For something better
And all these years I've been searching
The answers I seek
This one thing I've learned,
I am not weak.
I use to believe I would drown
If I didn't wear a raincoat
Then all of your winking
Has got me to thinking
I could swallow the ocean
To keep me from sinking
But here, at the bottom of an empty well
You learn something of the thirst that's in hell
The serenity of a desert
Longing for the storms of this world,
Which can be overcome.
And so when I see the sun
And everything's fair
And that sun's everywhere
Before satisfaction
I've got one last prayer.
Give me rain!
Give me rain!
I'm down on my knees
I give you the finger
It's too plain, all too sane
Give me rain pretty please
And you can keep your cool soft breeze
Just give me your rain
And your ocean will freeze
By my cold heart and my white knuckels
Every tear that you shed for me
Will be a block of ice I can climb
To get closer to you.
And if that doesn't work
And I'm still the jerk
Then I'll hang myself from the moon
And let my ice hold me up
While I wait for your sun
And I pray that you bring it up soon
And melt us into
Something more useful
Something beautiful
Profound
And yes I am falling
But I never touch the ground.
Because at the end of my rope
I find hope.
No stars
Only white clouds reflecting
Artificial light
From the bright signs
And the cars
And the white moon
A cataract over L.A.
I wish the sun would come soon.
In my dream
Cold wet grass
My bare naked ass
In this field
God knows where
And if he's there
Does he care
I'm in pain.
Hold my hands up to the sky
Ask for mercy
I get rain.
And as I stand there
And shiver
Neck deep in the river
I remember.
I remember the summertime
And the rainy afternoons
With board games
And warm chocolate milk
I remember the tire swing
And the tree house with the steps
That kept breaking
I remember the shade umbrellas and the garbage bag parachutes
I remember the paper hats and cardboard forts
I remember the prank phone calls
And the poker games we played for puzzle pieces.
I remember those days
And I remember that kid who flew
From the top of his garage
To his driveway.
He thought he was Superman
And so did we
Cause they always told us
We could do anything.
And we said, "Anything?"
And they said, "Anything."
And meanwhile God thought,
"What a cool idea"
And he let kids jump off the top of garages.
But all that fades away
And takes its dark corner
Under a rock, in the river
And there are plenty of others to look under
And shiver.
You remember that time
You got detention
And you saw that sign
And it said, "Due to cut-backs,
The light at the end of the tunnel
Has been turned off."
And you remember that song that said,
"Let it be."
And you remember that song that said,
"Que Sera, Sera."
And you remember that song that said,
"No you can't always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes,
You might find,
You get what you need."
And you remember that poem,
The one you wrote after you finally took a risk,
And the whole thing turned out badly,
And it said,
"My old leather boots, busting at the seams,
Busted on 17, busted wallet, busted dreams."
And you remember when
You were growing up
And they all thought
You were so cute
And they all said
Isn't it adorable
How he's adjusting to reality
And isn't it just precious
The way he's getting use to failure
And learning to accept his shortcomings.
And as the water rises
And floods your eyes
With God's tears
You know
That sometimes they never even hit the driveway
And they never have the chance to get back up
Because they never stop falling.
And for some of these
They wouldn't have it any other way.
Because is there really a difference
Between flying and falling
So long as you never touch the ground?
And yet to us stuck here
On the dirt
In the river
We know
That no, you can't choose
To be happy
But you can choose
To be miserable
And so maybe
If we can choose
To be miserable
We can choose
Not to be.
And maybe it is possible
Maybe we can fly
Maybe we can
Not hit the ground
Just like Superman
And maybe
I can do anything
And maybe that moon is not
A cataract over L.A.
Or a moon at all
But a tire swing
And maybe this river
Is for swimming
And maybe I'm not
Cold or Wet or Naked
Or Lonely
Maybe when I shook my fists in vain
God was just giving me
What I really wanted
And yes, maybe I wanted rain.
Maybe I wanted to Row, Row, Row my boat
Gently down the stream
And if all of this is just a dream
Well then sweetheart
Things are exactly as they seem
And after all
What is the difference
Between this dream and that
If upon waking we should both
Wake well rested?
And if in the morning
Tonight is a nightmare
Then that sun will be
All the more sweet
Because there is nothing more exciting than
The prospect of defeat.
And as it climbs the sky
And hits its peak
The river will evaporate
And the mist will be
Blown away by a cool, soft breeze.
And it will be so beautiful
And it will be so glorious
And that is where I will be,
And that is where I will say,
Here I am
Where the river and the sun once met
And now I am all that's left
But as I look to the west
And I see the sun set
My clothes are not done drying
The day is too short
My face is still wet
I'm still crying.
Yes of course I'm still crying
Because I will never stop dying
I won't stop living
And I won't stop trying
For something better
And all these years I've been searching
The answers I seek
This one thing I've learned,
I am not weak.
I use to believe I would drown
If I didn't wear a raincoat
Then all of your winking
Has got me to thinking
I could swallow the ocean
To keep me from sinking
But here, at the bottom of an empty well
You learn something of the thirst that's in hell
The serenity of a desert
Longing for the storms of this world,
Which can be overcome.
And so when I see the sun
And everything's fair
And that sun's everywhere
Before satisfaction
I've got one last prayer.
Give me rain!
Give me rain!
I'm down on my knees
I give you the finger
It's too plain, all too sane
Give me rain pretty please
And you can keep your cool soft breeze
Just give me your rain
And your ocean will freeze
By my cold heart and my white knuckels
Every tear that you shed for me
Will be a block of ice I can climb
To get closer to you.
And if that doesn't work
And I'm still the jerk
Then I'll hang myself from the moon
And let my ice hold me up
While I wait for your sun
And I pray that you bring it up soon
And melt us into
Something more useful
Something beautiful
Profound
And yes I am falling
But I never touch the ground.
Because at the end of my rope
I find hope.