mystery lights

“I think I see the mystery lights?
Can you see the mystery lights?
I think I see the mystery lights?
Can you see the mystery lights?”
Oh, no, my brother. You are mistaken again
There’s nothing out there but the wind

“Shining like the will-o’-the-wisp
So lovely and so mysterious
Out there on the horizon
Fading in and out of my vision!”

You are a simple soul, gullible and suggestible
To convince yourself of something that just isn’t there

Get in the car
Get in the car
I want to get something to eat
Get in the car

“Do you remember the night that we saw the mystery lights?
Do you remember that magical night, when we saw the mystery lights?”


Would you get a load of this so-called age of innocence?
What a load of shit — all day long we take our chances
You live your life staking out your moral fortress
Never looking out to see the mess you left behind

I’m not saying I’m confident but I’m getting pretty good at this
And it’s a bitter pill; if you can’t swallow it I will

We are all stars on our report card
We are all stars on our report card

No one’s dead, no one’s gone — their breath is what we’re breathing
The way they thought and the way they were
Shape we formulate our schemas
Make these promises they’re little off hand comments
But your kids will hear them — think they’re real
Now they’re let down again

Well you took a stab, you took a first pass
You bet your ass there’s a learning curve
You better get comfortable; it’s going to happen over and over but

We are all stars on our report card
We are all stars on our report card

When you read the pattern stamped on years it’s clear
The fractures, mirror, everything I swore I’d never
I’ve been comfortable just tucked away in my circular process
And if you want me to I’ll straighten it right out for you

I do my damnedest – do my best – it might not be a lot but I do
What I can — and remember primum non nocere

We are all stars on our report card
We are all stars on our report card


I’ve got a paperweight
Sitting on my desktop
It’s a conversation piece
People walking by all want to stop
And ask “is that a piece of marble?”
I say “no, my friend, that right there is onyx.
It’s as dark as the night and as inky as the ocean
My mother was a witch but she didn’t play with potions!”

They all say “ooo, it shimmers!
Does that have secret powers?”
I say “touch it with you left hand
Tell me in an hour.
Did you see the past and all of its nuance?
Did you see your own life — all the in-congruence?
Can you understand now how Judas made decisions?
And how it all relates to how you wrestle with your own plans?”

My mother was a witch
She gave me secret powers, yeah!
My mother was a witch
She gave me secret powers, yeah!
My mother was a witch
She gave me secret powers, yeah!
My mother was a witch
She gave me secret powers, yeah!
My mother was a witch