i haven't felt this tired
since the day that i was born
and the last thing that i tasted
was a mouthful of your scorn
i went out on the highway
underneath the mackerel sky
with an ice chip on my shoulder
and a snowflake in my eye

i haven't been this sleepy
since the last time i was killed
the bullet went right through me
but her task was unfulfilled
i lay down in the ash heap
and penciled in our names
on the rosters of the fallen
and the legends of the maimed

i woke up in Hyannis
with a toothpick in my lung
overcome by hunger
for the shelter of a gun
i gorged myself on ribbons
and every second of the day
was tattooed on my eyelids
with the things i used to say

so listen for the airplanes
tell us what to do
in this tuxedo of ashes
i give my heart to you
so listen for the airplanes
tell us what to do
in this tuxedo of ashes
i give my heart to you
in this tuxedo of ashes
i give my heart to you