There will be no consolation prize

this time the bone is broken clean

no baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste

of victory. All the stars have fallen

from the sky

and everything else in between

satelites have closed their eyes, the moon

has gone to sleep

unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved



here I am inside a hotel choking on a

million words I said

cigarettes have burned a hole and dreams are

drunk and penniless

here I am inside my fathers arms

all jagged-bone and whiskey-dry

whisper to me sweetly now and tell me I will

never die

unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved



here I am an empty hallway

broken window, rainy night

I am nineteen sixty-two and I am ready

for a fight people crying hallelujah

while the bullet leaves the gun

people falling, falling, falling and I dont know

where theyre falling from

are they

unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved



hoping that the kindness will lead us

past the blindness and

not another living soul will ever have to feel

unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved

unloved....unloved