The Dotted Line

Not really prone to the highs and the lows Known to walk right in the middle of the road On the high ground Where the cars rush by on either side A rabbit in your headlights Moonwalk, trying to step light Always something on my mind like head lice Some nights, even the bed bites Colonel Mustard, beaten with lead pipes In the conservatory But, what the uff is a conservatory? So stop me if you heard the story Or stop yourself with a length of rope In the billiard room, maybe the study, maybe the cellar Just behind the cellar door The most beautifullest phrase in the English language Either or Nevermore Let it pour Men of war Get born Get adorned Get amor Get thorns Get divorced Get worn Get gone Not really known for the highs and the lows Known to walk right in the middle of the road On the high ground, you know? Right in the center On the dotted line, like a defendant Sign here, it’s not a confession Initial here, it’s not a profession Not to be confused with practicality Something you could use or… a shoehorn Or something like that Untread, the middle of the road is raised In event of a flood it is likely dry there But to live is to also die there Get a slice of the pie Pie for the sky Save a little piece for the Piper’s paycheck You like to place bets or like the safe bets It’s either or All the way live from the eastern shore Go get it, whatever you can keep is yours Get stomped out in the name of peace, or Stomp through like a uffin conquistador These are heart, heart, heart Heartbreaking years, D’Arcy More than a couple of peers Hardly afloat in a bucket of beers Which I’m told, is where the equilibrium is So all the time I’m all boozy and ish Still have a hard time losing my balance, I need balance We pay tax, don’t like to admit it It’s built in to the price of the ticket like Joy, joy, joy And pain, pain, pain And sunshine, shine And rain Pump, pump, pump it up (repeat) 1's, 1's 1's and 0's, 0's and 0's Droughts, droughts, droughts and flows And so, so it goes (repeat)