Rhythm and Rhymes Lyrics

Barren trees, dried blowing leaves, municipal fees, choppy seas

And knees scraped up from crawling out the door

Financial tools, broken rules, vocational schools, obnoxious fools

On barstools buying shots for the local whore

Perpetual motion, blurry commotion, a scented potion, crosses an ocean

With a misguided notion and a list of perfect crimes

Dark afternoons, Bob Dylan tunes, December moons, clocks and spoons

And platoons in their sharp pressed uniforms back me into rhythm and rhymes

You'd better watch out

It feels like I'm coming home

Without a doubt

I've lost the urge to get lost, ramble, and roam

I feel the passionate heat of love inside my lungs

And I'm breathing in and out in fractured lines

That crack

Like a midnight snack

I'm back

Into rhythm and rhymes

Excessive waste, home-made paste, questionable taste, around a waist

That faced the concrete wall and turned to stone

Faded jeans, slot machines, melted scenes, tomorrow's dreams

Fraying seams and fabrics freshly sewn

Occasional insight, restless at midnight, fighting the good fight

Following white lights

In spite of the plight and the sight of these troubled times

Covered with ashes and poisonous gasses

The moment just passes into hot and cold flashes

The system crashes and backs me into rhythm and rhymes