E.M.P.T.Y.

When I'm riding home at night now
 I get in so tired
 To the saws and bows that spell out
 E-M-P-T-Y
 But driving west now
 Half-past five
 My skin is cut
 My hands are knives
 I could be anyone alive
 But I just can't fit
 And it's too late to quit
 When the night air comes to me
 I wonder if the days I've lived through count
 With the world strung like a rosary
 Through faces moving in the crowd
 What is the color and the number
 When happiness begins?
 When the knight waits in the laurels
 Hesitating...
 I found a clarity I've never known
 In fag-end weeks before I left for school
 The darkness in the pylons
 And the smoke and creosote
 Cancelling the faces that we knew
 Did they forget the light inside your eyes?
 Those simple words, those lovers' signs?
 The hand is dealt, the cards are played
 But i just can't fit
 And it's too late to quit
 I saw them, and I knew them all
 Inside a sheet of flame
 I saw them, and I knew them all
 Inside a sheet of flame
 When I'm riding home at night now
 I get in so tired
 To the saws and bows that spell out
 E-M-P-T-Y
 E-M-P-T-Y
 E-M-P-T-Y