to the sad eyed misinterpreted hung up child of clay so the drunken poets pretty words didn t help you find your way was it your mistake for thinkin he was born before his time or was it his for thinkin he might save you with his flimsy rhyme t total tommy took a toke of tea black cats backin up a big oak tree tick tocks tickin out a tune on time last words lookin for a line to rhyme saw fishs swimmin in the sea saw sea but me well i m only lookin i see so many with no place tonight their sleepy heads to lay with pen in hand i take a stand i got nothin deep to say some words are better left to whisper only to the wind some men kill with bullets lord others use a pen sidewalks singin of a troubled time small talks marchin to a nursery rhyme day trippers trippin on a mornin high stop watch watchin for a chance to die bad dogs barkin up an empty tree but me well i m only cryin 