sometimes you feel like a shame or like a ruse a half cooked idea or a trick to be used then sometimes you feel so lowly haunted and stark waving in the wind like a flag that s torn apart but we all walk blindy when we stagger and we strut and we re all dealt the hands with the cards of our luck and we all bow down silent and the words are awe struck by the shameless light of the broken afternoon i went walking in the night all alone darkness seeping slowly in my flesh and in my bone and the solitary biting at the thoughts inside my head and the words came slowly and the unborn dream said that we all lose the path to the black and the blue but we are come back slackly to the tried and the true we ll all come together though it s never too soon we ll all see the light of the broken afternoon in the scientific evening jesus slept too soon trading his last dollar for a dirty motel room cause he gave all of his riches before he knew what he had money isn t evil and people aren t bad now we all just descend out to the mud and the dirt and we all go insane from the pain and the hurt and all of us are swayed by the hungry pale moon and we ll all wake up clear from the broken afternoon i used to be young but i m not old now the shimmering passing of you scotty pal the path to now or never is paved with ambition plain as a sail in the wind or an empty garden space and we all till and toil in the slowly rising dawn and we re all fit to fail til the future s finally won yeah we re all faintly waiting for the young bride to bloom in the shuttering light of the broken afternoon