Midnight in Manhattan

This is the worst thing I've
Ever seen in my life

(Our elected representatives are
The frontlines of making the decisions
About the war we're waging against terrorist
And about rebuilding New York
And there's nothing like it
We don't want anyone to feel in a
Week or two or a month
That the enormity of this somehow
Could be gotten over
We can keep going and we will but)
Waiting for the snow to fall
A cloudy angel wept
And while the world was frenzied
By my fate I overslept hold your breath
These acts are frozen and embraced
With the gut-twisting feeling of a
Black and white mosaic
Today Manhattan burned and summer
Leaves without a trace
Besides a cloud of smoke and
Sour smell in outer space
Without a face I hate you
Today I was instructed how to hate but
Then remembered how to pray too
I kneel enforcing nine commandments
Scratch one and let it sleep on
The crescent moon like a hammock
Align the sky with fireflies
And crooked-eyed soldiers
The morning dew is fearsome while
The Bush is iced over
The cushions lie holding souls
Of man made ghosts
Cascades of darkness keep the
Lamp shades closed
Crickets even whisper for September 11th
I eavesdrop and hope to
Hear footsteps from heaven

When moonlight french-kisses the
Manhattan midnight
There's not a face without a
Tear drop that's in sight
Midnights in Manhattan keep me dreamin
I caught a dream by the tail
I think I'm gonna keep it

This is the first time I've ever
Hated something through the night
The first time I've ever loved
This country in my life
Hibernate for days and leave the
Nest to touch rain
Stretch across the world and feel
My bib of bloodstains
Talkin to the icicles hangin from the clouds
Purple moon dust vapor strangle for the proud
I'm dyslexic reading minds of those computed
Who saw an angel-kissed urban rose
And chose to shoot it
Notes for students of the Blitzkrieg
Polish torture i got a heaert for you that
Grows inside my olive orchard
I understand a lot of
Spirit's on remote control
Mislead youth grew with charred
And broken souls
Damn I'm speechless, dreamin of the somber
Sandy beaches where I can drift away from
Suit's and ties repairing demons
Where I can fly from corporate
Crashed and buried kingdoms
And hold my hand to God but
Do more than barely reach him

Blow a kiss to the rain clouds
While I rest in bed
If I give blood now I might have less to shed
If I shed blood proud
Is my spirit in agreement?
Will I be dying for a reason
That I do agree with?
Freedom is a teardrop with
Legs like a centipede
That walks out of God's eyes when
I fight or sit and bleed
I could sit stone-cold and panic in stride
Plant it inside to hide away
Until the planets collide
Of course, of course, of course
I grab my sleeping pillow
And creep to steal to eat a
Still life self-reflecting weep and willow
This is not the time for music
It's not the time for movement
It's not the time for pushing all
The people I'm unglued with
It's not the time for birth of glory
It's not the time for purgatory
It's not the time for murder stories
It's not the time for keeping
Peace or cleaning your knives
It's a time to figure out
The meaning of life and that's it