people say I'm lazy
but I'm always on the run
worried about the timeline
but there is no time, there's none
holding out and brave enough
to solo the setting sun
or weak enough to carry out
the rationalization of the one
people think I'm married
but that drill's never done
all the girls I've dated have married some other gun
seems like I'm the last test
before they find their soothing one
maybe sounds absurd but I'm still having a little fun
when I come home later to a museum of wooden faces
of oil paints and tables arranged in Japanese traces
once in a while a woman sits or walks my homes open places
how I love to watch her think about how she could influence
the lonely spaces