I’m a broken every man
Come see the crowd I’m blending in
Here in the cathedral
We’re all so awake
You’ll be the only volunteer
To measure every weapon here
The wit or the weakness
The will to give way
A coffin or a bridal gown
Go settle deep into the crowd
You chat and you laugh but you forget all their names

Go to the mirror and tease your hair
Straighten your shoulders
Try to look sober
While all your relatives shake their heads
You wish it was over
Before it begins

New ceremony every day
The best part is the getaway
Shed ties and the high heels
Forget you were there
Added to the memories
The decorated histories
You hear the applause
And float up into the air
And all of your favorite days roll by
Like a series of movies
Like clouds in the sky
And all of the Saturdays fade from view
Write it down or remember
It’s the best you can do

I’m a monastery man
Come see the calm I’m buried in
I’m gratefully broken
but easy to shake
I’m a secret everyman
Come see the crowd I’m bleeding in
We’re brazen and swollen and so worth the wait
The poison or the antidote
Question every word you wrote
And every escape just by the teeth of your skin
And every question they asked back then
They haunt like the spirits, like whiskey or gin
And all your favorite days roll by
Like a series of dry dreams
Like films in the sky
You fade to black and then fade back in
Is it all really over?
Can this be the end?
Can it really be over?
Is this really the end?