sometimes you feel like a shame or like a rusena half cooked idea or a trick to be usednthen sometimes you feel so lowly haunted and starknwaving in the wind like a flag that's torn apartnbut we all walk blindy when we stagger and we strutnand we're all dealt the hands with the cards of our lucknand we all bow down silent and the words are awe strucknby the shameless light of the broken afternoonnni went walking in the night all alonendarkness seeping slowly in my flesh and in my bonenand the solitary biting at the thoughts inside my headnand the words came slowly and the unborn dream saidnthat we all lose the path to the black and the bluenbut we are come back slackly to the tried and the truenwe'll all come together, though it's never too soonnwe'll all see the light, of the broken afternoonnnin the scientific evening jesus left too soonntrading his last dollar for a dirty motel roomncause he gave all of his riches before he knew what he hadnmoney isn't evil and people aren't badnnow we all just descend out to the mud and the dirtnand we all go insane from the pain and the hurtnand all of us are swayed by the hungry pale moonnand we'll all wake up clear from the broken afternoonnni used to be young but i'm not old nownthe shimmering passing of you scotty pal?nthe path to now or never is paved with ambition plainnas a sail in the wind or an empty garden spacenand we all till and toil in the slowly rising dawnnand we're all fit to fail til the future's finally wonnyeah we're all faintly waiting for the young bride to bloomnin the shuttering light of the broken afternoon