I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
Be careful with that Axe, Eugene.
Run to the bedroom,
in the suitcase on the left
you’ll find my favorite axe.
“Floyd did it … got card. Floyd a good friend, huh?” Quietly, you sing Floyd’s favorite song, the Ballad of the Starcrossed Miner…
Get your filthy hands off my desert.
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
Did you exchange
Your walk-on part in a war
For a lead role in a cage?
Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls.
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war!
[Man:] “Hello?”
[Operator:] “Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.
Will you accept the charges from the United States”
(Phone is Hung Up)
“He hung up. Is this your residence, sir?”
“I wonder why he hung up…”
“There must be someone else there
besides your wife to answer.”
Why are you running away??!?!
I hardly even like you, I shouldn’t care at all.
You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don’t feel alone
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I’ve found somewhere safe to bury my bone.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don’t sit down it’s time to dig another one.
Your fantasies merge with harsh realities, then as the sail is hoist you find your eyes are growing moist; all the fears you never voiced say you have to make your final choice.
Now there’s a look in your eyes
like black holes in the sky
Around the icy waters underground
Jupiter and Saturn
Oberon Miranda and Titania
Neptune Titan
Stars can frighten…you
Haven’t you heard? It’s a battle of words.
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.
Is there anybody OUT THERE?
I’m ringing to say that I’m leaving
And maybe you’d like to come with me
And fly with me, baby.