BRUCE:
I ****ing 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 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?!?