Happy to Be Here Diane

Out of place and out of time
But making do with what you got
No identity or faith or country
But you embrace the ambiguity
Of being in a moment that can't last
And if you're out of touch than any land will do

As life goes on in time they'll call you
'Happy To Be Here Diane'
The engine that turns coal into gold
A scar shaped as the state of California
Plane crash when you're on your way to Georgia
Last stand with those fuckers down on Texas
Happy to be anywhere
But--

If all places are for everyone
Then they are for no one at all
And if so, there is no place for you
But you'll do the equivalent of inserting your body
Between strangers' ruminations
The void inside the human race a proof of kinship

And as they get to know they'll see
'Happy to Be Here Diane'
Guilty of artistic masturbation
End times at the beaches of Brazil
Death wish at the cities of Japan
Your destiny on a broken Argentina
Happy to be anywhere
But–-

The complete deforestation
Of your genealogy
By your hand or by obsession
The place you feel that you should be
Inadequacy is the flavor that colors panic
Linear time is a death rattle
The only way you know

Here you are, the world's constant
'Happy to Be Here Diane'
What's everything it's also no thing
A tap dance on the surface of the Sun
Power nap at the bottom of the ocean
A blanket made out the ashes of the Moon
Happy to be anywhere
ALWAYS
Happy to be anywhere
But here