Tell Mister Massey
Now he's only got himself
Is he willing trust his own to
paint a picture of perfect health
Or that 45
Strapped to his thigh
If I could see your weaknesses
Color-coded, bar-charted
Hanging down beneath your chin
Could you love me if you knew
how off-course and black and blue
this ship has sailed more than a few times into
Reckless abandon
and the friends that you never made
haunt and cling to you
from dreams that never came
True as pie
what a fool am I
If I could see your weaknesses
color-coded, bar-charted
hanging under your chiseled chin
Could you love me if you knew
how off-course and black and blue
this ship has sailed more than a few times into
Silent days and silent nights
echo forth and back
and right in front of you