Condition Oakland

I rode down to the tracks Thinking they might sing to me But they just stared back Broken, trainless, and black as night Climbed out on to my roof So I'd be a poet in the night Beat the walls off my room I saw the big room that is this life [Chorus] This is my condition: Naked and hysterical Reaching to grab a hand that I just slapped back at This is my condition: Desperate, alone, without an excuse I try to explain Christ, what's the use? Read and I felt so small Some words keep speaking when you close the book Drank and just about smiled Then I remembered us in that bed Put my ear to the door I just heard hot rods and gunshots and sirens People kill me these days There's keys in their eyes but they lock from the inside [Chorus]