By the Break of Day

There’s a drought on the horizon,
But you couldn’t keep your eyes on
The prize, Kubla Khan, could you?
There’s enough cellophane flowing from your brain
To hide your office lunch while you go insane.
The boys and girls camped on the lawn
Glance up and down your see-through gown,
And you laugh out loud like a clown
In the railroad shantytown
Who serves you your exquisite Bordeaux.

Where do you go?
When you’ve lost your way,
When you don’t have anything to say
When you’re carried away
By the break of day?

You collected all the stamps in black ink
But you never stopped to think
That they’re not worth anything, did you?
You stole your suicidal words from the mouth
Of the tempestuous snake going south,
But you never learned to drink.
A river flowed through your mind
And you were gazing in all the time
To judge yourself so sublime,
But you missed all of the sunspots on your soul.

Where do you go?
When you’ve lost your way,
When you don’t have anything to say
When you’re stuffed at the buffet
By the break of day?

You look down a lonesome mile
At a forest of argyle while you beguile
All the straight-laced kids, don’t you?
With a bible belt around your waist
Your enchanting voice brace-faced
And you can’t even trick-or-treat a smile.
Your makeup mask is on fire,
And your price tag angel choir
Refuses to sing anything you desire,
And suddenly you realize you’ve lost all control.

Where do you go?
Where do you go?
When you’ve lost your way,
When you don’t have anything to say
And all your connections fray
And all your friends betray
By the break of day?