Death, what a mess
Taking the time you have left
Hell is a man
And heaven's a lost child who grabbed the wrong hand
If God is alive
In that house on the Upper West Side
Nobody's right
And they'll be happy as hell that I'm sleeping tonight

Velcro hellos when the B train is slow
And the breeze through the tunnel is thin
Stale and mean as the passing cars scream
And the coffee gets cold once again

I'm not asking for something you don't have anyway
Just give me the time of the day

Static goodbyes on the Bakerloo Line
For the chaos of smoke changing hands
Walking free over day-old debris
In piles exposed on the land

I'm not asking for something you don't have anyway
Just give me the time of the day

All my memories are lies
Keeping others alive
Flashing cash to the crew
Got my pictures of you
On the other side
And all my mantras repeat
Til they turn obsolete
Saying "life isn't fair"
Yeah but shouldn't we try
To get there

Let me down

Death, what a mess
Taking the time we have left
Hell is a man
And heaven's a lost child who grabbed the wrong hand
If God is alive
In that house on the Upper West Side
Nobody's right
And they'll be happy as hell that I'm sleeping tonight