Boxcar Blues
John T. Wurzer
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Well I was stranded in a boxcar, east of Vegas, west of Maine Trying hard to maintain consciousness before I went insane It was a house with missing windows, a lookout with no view In a place where you can search for days and still find nothing new Getting lonely was a pastime. Being dizzy was a trade Confinement in the darkness like a sunflower in shade It was in the time of cola wars, when snob appeal was free And the astronauts were spinning, falling swiftly to the sea The cold war searched for melting pots, the missiles chased their mates And men and women scanned physicians' records before dates It was a time of no confusion when important things were plain And I was stranded in a boxcar when they asked me to explain Waiting in the desert, pressed for a cause Searching for a hobo, disguised as Santa Clause Burning up with misery, and angry at myself Worried about the altitude, while ignoring all my health There isn't much to stir up; the mixing bowl is dry And everybody wonders why I long to touch the sky Your furniture and accoutrements are silly and obscene And you never know just who you are until your lawn is green You always state the obvious, you never chance to dig Like a news report that's on the scene or a jazzman at a gig Your feelings are like discussions taking place beneath the flesh Your heart is like a broken twig, a deteriorating success I can feel your naked anger in the emptiness I hold But I'm still too shy to look in the eye of a blood that runs so cold You can't get high on solitude until you're overwrought Believing in the things you know but never have been taught The emptiness is evident; it's an often-showered stain You can't believe that the blood on your sleeve is a mirror of your brain Now I do a lot of thinking about my will to live And I realize that otherwise I'd lose the will to give I breathe in stagnant places; I talk to dead guitars I associate with people who haven't driven cars I get burned up when a person who hasn't found a place Pollutes the worlds of other men who wish to state their case I describe it as a virus, quite unknown and still obscure While the wasted pets of fancy dogs get smart and go on tour I told them that their piece of mind got lost between my toes And that people filled with stature should be safe before they doze I pleaded with the powers that be to help me and abstain But everyone kept laughing at the boy upon the train Afraid of all this relevance, I staggered to my feet And I cursed the man that put this silly boxcar in the street Then the walls all turned to plate glass; I shuddered at the sight Of all my childhood heroes taking refuge in the night And while the peaceful men get broken, I get awesome and complain Don't swing your bloody wrecking ball at this boxcar in the rain
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