Clean Clothes

And it's coming near closer
And it's learning the truth
All the digital back row gaining on you
Watching what you do

There's a slow retreating
As you go back from where you came
And clean clothes are worn inside your filthy brain

There's a truck unloading
Between the faded yellow lines
In the morning light we see the change
That happened at night

On a long vacation
Moving through the world outside
Discovering the free place that you are

And all creation calls attention to your name
Incriminated by the violence and pain

And the elevator's falling
As the clouds invent the rain
And the cruel master always has his way

And all creation calls attention to your name
Incriminated by the violence and pain

So you stood in the doorway
But you never went through
The eyes no longer saw the way
That the muscles would not move

There's a slow retreating
As you go back from where you came
And clean clothes are worn inside your filthy brain
Clean clothes are worn inside your filthy brain