Oh Well

Are you half in the coffin like sheets on a bed
And no loud clock to stop you from sleeping forever
Your head on a pillow, so tempting to stay
Left in your comfort of quiet dismay
As you lay
You lay oh so still you look dead as a fish dear
That's left to decay
Where the green waters sway

Your skin was as cold as the snow in the Autumn
Eyes were the trees that the leaves had forgotten
So desperate and bare
Brittle and fallen
Like Jonathan apples, old, wrinkled and rotten
Even so wretched the worms they don't want them
The ones that had eaten now hacking and coughing
Up a storm
Oh they coughed up a storm

You flickering alley, old dimly lit lights
Is that buzz from your bulbs or the trash loving flies?
Been trying to clean up your act a bit
Smooth out dents in the crumpled tin can you kicked
Hand painted signs I could once read them well
Now just fragmented thoughts and they're lonely as hell
Oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well

Are you half in the world
Are you breaking from jail
You devising a plan to escape from your cell
You kissing the ground and you wish it farewell
You a kid in a class at the sound of the bell
Oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well