The Worm in the Apple

I'm gonna sit on the big fluffy cloud
Looking down at the tops of the heads of the crowds
Moving 'round and around the dark centre of town
With their eyes all searching for something that can't be found

I'm gonna laugh at the top of my lungs
'Til I can't quite remember just what the joke was
But the laughter will fill up my body with love
Which is always what I've been told I'm supposed to want

And I'm gonna fly on a plane to the sky
Which my mind will devise using science that's being forgotten
'Cause I'm getting bored of the town of New York
How the world's been transformed into a big apple and it's gotten so rotten

Mmm, mmm

While all the world makes money so stoically
I will be building a home out of poetry
Scraps of old volumes, wire and glue
Will be something, though feeble, it's all I can do

In the back of the room, my fingers will shake
With the fury of someone with something to make
That will take him so far, far away from this place
That he'll never look back at all the worms and the snakes

And they'll lick at my heels, but they aren't even real
I will twirl and I'll wheel through the skyway, high over the steeple
And I'll take you with me and we'll grow old and lovely
We'll eat fine apples from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil
You won't know about that

Burning with all of the things I must do
To get free of the wasteland of wire and glue
I am wondering from cage to cage at the Bronx Zoo
And I'm renaming all of the animals

I can't just wait on my knees in the chapel
To be bitten into like a worm in the apple
I'm digging for freedom, guitar for a shovel
I'm dirty, my fingertips hurt me

The kids of Atlantis, magazines 'neath the mattress
With their names in the Atlas of Heartbreak, are calling my name
And I'm feeling baffled, the worm in the apple
But the cold water tap will rain down upon me

And nothing will be the same
It's all gonna be different now
I know