...And Now For My Disappearing Act

Who's got that sinking feeling again?

Whose has been out treading water or shadow stepping?

Who's almost invisible?

Raise your hands if you're stuck in stasis

Hold them high for holding patterns

Somebody scream for stabilization

Three cheers for desperate times

The sound of skateboard wheels is haunting Arlington Ave.

With the fog that fell in love with the East Bay Hills

There is an old branch scraping on my old window pane

It is a distant lullaby, it is a whisper in the wind

We are all caged birds

With burnt nests how can we survive?

It is a matter of giving in or giving up

They don't want you to fuck with gravity

Your beauty may go unnoticed

Your good deeds may be unseen

But there is a flight well worth the flight

So come on and flap your wings

On a slow walk down Logan Boulevard

I find miracles in the details of leaves and lit windows

The city is singing, the highway sounds like an ocean

It is a distant lullaby, it is a whisper in the wind

Emergency exits... isolate the isolated

Do the mood swing, do the on and off

Dear friends, who will answer our pleas?

Sleeping beauty, who will hear our prayers?