Slide against the fan, the room is clear,

Suddenly we have a vacuum.

In the mail a telegram, I could not wait, all aboard the caravan it leves today,

And then the night comes on, the lights turn low,

fall asleep, all alone,

Consider for a second the ways of the world.

Maybe I'll throw myself a bone.



Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs,

But my back's not to the wall.

Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man,

But the days just aren't that long.

So if I settle back and chill,

Will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream?

I thought it was the story of the world.



Can I call out and say, everybody here,

Lend me an ear to talk to.

Can I call out and scream, the ways of the world,

Have got me singing another tune.

But the words are so familiar, I heard it before.

And you might dare to sing along.

With the crickets out chirping a random song,

Maybe I'll throw myself a bone.



Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs,

But my back's not to the wall.

Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man,

But the days just aren't that long.

So if I settle back and chill,

Will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream?

I thought it was the story of the world.



When frick turns to frack, there's no turning back,

and you got a slip tongue and a smack attack.

and there's colors like green and you're wearing black,

and your phone got flat on a railroad track.

but then the sun comes up and the day moves on,

and the old routine takes its toll,

and you feel like a copier rolling along,

maybe you'd throw yourself a bone.



Maybe you'd throw yourself to the dogs,

but you back's not to the wall.

Maybe you'd lay some bricks for the man,

But the days just aren't that long.

And if you settle back and chill,

Will you see far enough to feel the angel's dream?



I thought it was the story of the world.

I thought it was the story of the world.

I thought it was the story.