We followed your tracks From Olduvai Gorge Running north At Lake Victoria we lost the trail We couldn’t believe it, just dust in the shale And we read the books and the collected works And truth be told We don’t know what you looked like But you must have been something to behold And God made you dirty God made you small And God made you easy to please If he made you at all God made you small And God made you better than me Better than me By this time You’re walking on two legs and Using your brilliant head To destroy the place you live Refusing to give - not an inch or a mile You’re so full of denial Looking for your very own place in history Looking for your causa sui And God made you dirty God made you small And God made you easy to please If he made you at all God made you small And God made you better than me God made you dirty God made you small And God made you down on your knees If he made you at all God made you small And God made you better than me Better than me

We met in New York The autumn coming on fast So certain i didn’t like you I think you just got the past and future confused You told me everyone believes me that’s the consequence of lying And everyone will leave me that’s the consequence of trying And you get a kick out of fucking around Well honey I hate to tell you But this is the sound of you meeting your match I am not the answer that you’re looking for I am not the saviour that you think you’ve scored You’re no narcissist Do everything on a whim Played out so self-obsessed So lucky you’ve got him to be obsessed with too And to the deceiver you are living with the consequence of lying There’s safety in my misdirection in the pretences of trying I am not the answer that you’re looking for I burn up in the golden light of your dawn They told me everyone believes me that’s the consequence of lying And everyone will grieve me that’s the consequence of dying So now we drive to the west Nothing to say to each other You found me pre-possessed I found you bound to another and another and another I am not the answer the mask has fallen I’m not even the question you asked I am a failure of your imagination To picture yourself Deserving of a higher station

Sing me to sleep I won’t need to count sheep No the fields will be quiet tonight Gates and fences unjumped tonight When the wind blows in the treetops You’ll see this cradle rock Hear this baby call, see this baby fall ’Cause I’ve seen it, I’ve touched it, I’ve held it, I’ve heard it all before When these kids come to me with their hopes and their dreams wanting me to open doors And I’ll tell them Salvador told me, Salvador told me To tell you the song was a hit but the band was a miss Salvador he told me, Salvador told me Nobody on fantasy island is going to buy this I’m the gatekeeper›s son Proud of what I’ve become Hold the keys to so many lives Won’t someone please unlock mine? ’Cause I’ve seen it, I’ve touched it, I’ve held it, I’ve heard it all before When these kids come to me with their hopes and their dreams And I dash them to the floor And I’ll tell them Salvador told me, Salvador told me To tell you the song was a hit but the band was a miss Salvador he told me, Salvador told me Nobody in their right minds will listen to this ’Cause I’ve seen it, I’ve touched it, I’ve held it, I’ve heard it all before When these kids come to me, confessionally I say - what are you here for? And I’ll tell them Salvador told me, Salvador told me To tell you the song was a hit but the band was a miss And Salvador told me, Salvador told me Nobody on fantasy island is going to buy this So sing me to sleep I won’t need to count sheep No the fields will be quiet tonight Gates and fences unjumped tonight

It’s about time I went home Where I left all those years ago About time for apologies Hope I’m still waiting there for me Some distant corner of my mind That I would reoccupy As I go I’ll burn my bridges at both ends And I know more now, than I ever did before In this land of the blind i›ve discovered I have so many eyes And I stayed out tonight too long Yeah but I know more now And I still know I was wrong Made up made out, in the half-light Memories of the infinite night The surreal becomes real And takes the host I couldn’t leave this festival of hungry ghosts It’s about time I went home Where I left all those years ago The anxious alchemy of hey let’s have one more and one more and more and more and more and more and one more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and one more and more and more And you’ll find me Made up made out In the half-light Who I’ve been wasn’t quite right The surreal becomes real And takes the host I couldn’t leave these hungry ghosts Yeah but I know more now Than I ever did before And it feels more now When it’s lonely When it’s empty When it’s sore Am I trapped where I left myself to explore? I couldn’t leave these hungry ghosts

When will you learn to speak from your heart not your head? When will you see that some things are better unsaid? Why should it be that our lives are cracked and they splinter? Have a care you don’t slip Its a cold, loving grip, in your winter And the flowers that I bought you They were technically dead Sundried and broken like the thoughts that roll around inside your head And I don’t think that I can take another day of you bitching about what you’ve lost When you don’t know no you don’t know what you’ve got When will I learn That what you don’t know can’t hurt anyone When will I see That some songs are better unsung Like your machine I’ve been soldered, and programmed and run Turn me off, turn me on Does it look like I’m having fun? And the flowers that I bought you They were technically dead Sundried and broken like the thoughts that roll around inside your head And I don’t think that I can take another day of you bitching about what you’ve lost When you don’t know no you don’t know what you’ve got You look the same to me as you always did You look the same to me You look the same to me as you always did You look the same to me You look the same to me as you always did You look the same to me And I could have been someone Should have been someone brilliant And I want a second opinion For I should not feel this dumb And the flowers that I bought you They were technically dead Sundried and broken like the thoughts that roll around inside your head And I don’t think that I can take another day of you bitching about what you’ve got When you don’t know no you don’t know what you’ve lost