the absence of god will bring you comfort, baby
and plannings for the poor so let′s pretend that we're rich
and I′m not my body for how I choose to destroy it
folk singers sing songs for the working, baby
we're just recreation for all those doctors and lawyers
there's no relief for the bleeding heart
′cause they′ll be losing bodies tonight
and you′re not happy but you're funny
and I′m tripping over my joy
I just keep getting up again
we could be daytime drunks if we wanted
we'd never get anything done that way, baby
and we′d still be ruled by our duelling perspectives
and I'm not my perspective
or the lies I'll tell you every time
and Morgan says, "maybe love won′t let you down
all of your failures are training grounds
and just as your back′s turned, you'll be surprised," she says
"as your solitude subsides"