The Blue Thing that Spins

This Blue Thing that Spins                                   February 21, 2006

I've been sitting around too long,

Too damn long to do so and stay alive,

And thus, I just need to get out and about,

And I need to do so to survive.

I've been hibernating for four damn years,

Sleeping away days and running during the nights,

And thus, I just need to get out and about,

Just anything so I can thrive.

My heart's been broken, and I hid it once,

And Fate tried to kill me dead twice,

But somehow, something didn't let me go Home,

Or at least not now because He wasn't ready.

My home's a nice place, but I need to jettison,

I need to hit the road, burn rubber, sunglasses on.

I think I need to be a jetsetter. 

I think that's what I need to be.

I don't necessarily have to go ski,

Or go climb ol' Mount Everest.

I don't need to snorkle the Great Barrier Reef

Or take a tour of the Titanic.

I don't need to go to extremes

To enjoy this wonderful world.

All I need, my friend, is to drive by

And see this blue thing that spins.

Demons have haunted me for a long, long time,

And I've tried to flee for so long, I may just cry.

I've had no money because they've pinned me down.

I've had no sensibility because they didn't give a damn,

But now, look who's wearing the boxing gloves,

Captain Braggadocio, you ol' bastard, you!

I'm back, and I'm gonna sock you right in the nose,

And I hope the sensation runs from there to your toes.

You'll go down, you ol' bastard, or I'll die trying

Because I'm gonna enjoy this blue thing that spins.