Come home and my guitar   Has nothin to say to me   I recoil from all my friends   And then I'm in misery   Been so long since I've been held   Really since I was his   Probably just need to be held   That's probably all it is      Course, then I think of my dad   Who time travels mostly now   Back to when he was free   And holding out hope somehow   Who sits all day in a line   Of wheelchairs against a wall   Inventing ways to play out time   Like us all   Like us all      To all the people out there tonight   Who are comforting themselves   If you should happen to see my light   You can stop and ring my bell   I'm just sittin here in this sty   Strewn with half written songs   Taking one breath at a time   Nothin much going on   Nothin much going on      Little flashing zero   On my answering machine   Rats scratching at my brain   Brain shuffling its feet   Yes I have my father's heart   It may or may not keep on trying   Can't really tell you what it is   Keeps me this side of that dark line      But I'm not there to take care of him   And I'm not here to take care of me   I'm going outside to watch the house burn down   Across the street   I'm going outside to watch the house burn down   Across the street      To all the people out there tonight   Who are comforting themselves   If you should happen to see my light   You can stop and ring my bell   I'm just sitting here in this sty   Strewn with half written songs   Taking one breath at a time   Nothin much going on   Nothin much going on