HUMAN IN A SILLY SORT OF WAY

Throbbing bleeding quivering innocence
Carried off like so many pieces of picket fence
Pawned it all off to Mr Jack Horner
At the five and dime on the infamous corner

Wearing next to everything like baggage on my sleeve
Sensitive the visitor who never wants to leave
Knock before you enter, eager pray
Human in a silly sort of way.

Blind like the innocence
You wear around your neck, you sense
A good luck charm, just like me on your arm
There's always something on your mind
And excuse to refuse, or a tentative sign
All the things that you say
Daydreams and delicate delicious delays

Wearing next to everything like baggage on my sleeve
Sensitive the visitor who never wants to leave
Knock before you enter, eager pray
Human in a silly sort of way.

Weakened by such innocence
Opportunity gone, the moment spent
Balking at the traffic signs
Take a number, stand in line
Running for cover from enemy ghost
Deflate all the high hopes and offer a toast

Wearing next to everything like baggage on my sleeve
Sensitive the visitor who never wants to leave
Knock before you enter, eager pray
Human in a silly sort of way.