Bartholomew

Bartholomew, bring me a fork
There's a minstrel parade on TV
Let the light glow, an excellent reason to stay home tonight
Oh, the old men wave canes
They have yesterday's brains
And their world stopped turning on Sundays

The young wives are cooked and smudged
On the rocks, distorted and forgotten
Quietly, she enters the room, but we can't talk
We cannot be seen
Returning her new pair of jeans, just to stay home tonight

Oh, the mirror always shows there's a stranger
In my clothes, standing on the third rail
Lost at sea, searching for me, and we don't know how to sail

So if you go to the guitar store
You will see me again holding the door
It's an excellent night to sleep on
The floor, if you stay home tonight

Oh, I saw you before in the guitar store
I was lonely, lazy and useless
And Bartholomew rose to the counterfeit
Clothes when he feels like he's not a human
That's heartbreaking