Edges of the World

I fucking love beginnings, flying high
 It's hard to know where to start
 It's all so fast, I'm trying not to spin
 I guess I'm older
 And it's harder when you're older to begin
 Peeling plaster, sagging roof
 Two missing stairs, a buckled wall
 I'm fired up to do this
 But on my own it all
 So much damage, broken windows
 Pipes are shit, crap veneer
 It's hours later, Jesus, I'm still standing here
 Still standing here
 But when the sunlight hits the parlor wall at certain times of day
 I see how fine this house could be
 I see it so damn clear
 What's the matter?
 Why am I standing here?
 Bad foundation, twisting floorboards
 Shoddy pipes, gaping hole
 It's a lot- it's a lot to keep under control
 Something's cracking, something's rotting
 Piles of ruin and debris
 Killing me, crushing me, pushing me
 But when the sunlight hits the parlor wall at certain times of day
 I see how fine this house could be
 I see it so damn clear
 What's the matter?
 Why am I standing here?
 Dear Al, I'm scared
 I had a life I thought I understood
 I took it and I squeezed out every bit of life I could
 But the edges of the world that held me up have gone away
 And I'm falling into nothingness
 Or flying into something so sublime
 And I'm a man I don't know
 Who am I know now?
 Where do I go?
 I can't go back, I can't find my way through
 I might still break a heart or two
 But when the sunlight hits the parlor wall at certain times of day
 I see how fine this house could be
 I see it so damn clear
 Oh, my God!
 Why am I standing here?