Casualties of Glass
Once again, flaring white
Tortured words infect the night
You said there was no comfort
In intervening grey
Afraid the sound would kill you
If you stayed another day
Casualties of glass
Crying out, like a child
Driven wild, full of doubt
You fear that fife will rob you
Of all that you deserve
Your new-found friends assure you
All it takes is nerve
Casualties of glass
Of broken hearts and old cliches
Weary entertainers praise
The record flacks yell, "Keep it up!"
The pounds they make aren't quite enough
Casualties of glass
Temporarily cancel all available light
Place the index on nerve end
Stroke until it goes soft
Don't lose hope
It's the business of dream time
Plan to do what you want
Use the science of running
Now and then we connect
Don't lose hope