This light doesn't hide in a bushel anymore But I don't know what you could use it for I've got the courage and I've got the same fear So gather round now and watch me disappear There is smoke here There is fire I'm on terms with the immolation Don't try to pull me from the fire It's to late for liberation I wonder what I would have made of other features Given all my kinds appetites Hear my lords going to claim __ leases if I'm going to move I've got to travel light to the reaches to the never-never any way where light can't find me I'm invisible I'm in hiding All my troubles are left behind me All my souls a condiment Spread it far and wide Little tastes on a lot of tongue Makes a body tired It's a little like dousing a burning flag with a pail of oily water I studied brown and I've been known to gather wood Always use a little piece of sky pie And when I see you with your beaker half full I think I'm drinking with the wrong guy Should I fly the coup Will I swim the soup (I bet this is going to be wrong) Will I make it through another year I've been lonely before On that broken shore There's no better place to up and disappear All my souls a condiment Spread it far and wide Little tastes on a lot of tongue Make a body tired It's a little like dousing a bird in flight with a pail of oily water Set the flame in ?? Daddies take it on the chin There's no need to fight Mothers in the brooding galley ? Here comes the night You might step outside On the street for ? food ? for hope that hold you far from all of you set you forth to do so you do now but alone yea anyway where nobody owns you and the lies you make are Arcadian so that you disappear