Outside the city walls Alone with what I've known Like a criminal who sly-thieves joy From his own home
Some just line says I should die by fire So I'm cutting up the kindling And the kerosene I cry
Take these suicidal stones from my hand Suicidal Stones from my hand Suicidal Stones from my hand
Caught in the Actor on regret's stage Soliloquy without sympathy Is my penance paid
Built on quicksand Too low to see the ground Sniveling in a Job-en cry while I look down
Comment scrawled in the dirt For the pity-boy cowered in hurt Of a bridge that instead is burning And a new boy that instead is learning That it's harder sometimes to be than not And it's easier forgiven than forgot He says it's by the tree that you have died It's by the tree that you're alive
