Dark Tunnel Man
There’s a strange man that hangs out on 5th ave
He likes to yell at fire hydrogens & sometimes he punches & kicks them too
I hear he’s been sleeping in a deep dark tunnel
When he talks to himself now, all you hear is echoes of echoes of echoes of echoes of his own sound
Hello hello hello hello hello hello hello.. you’re sleeping underground
Well when he comes out he likes to go to the park
Where the chocolate soxophone man plays thoose old ragged blues and thoose Miles David Tunes
So he gets inspired & starts quarreling with trees, about philosophies
& his own helplessness existence, The expanding universe makes him feel like a mouse
He ain’t got no dollar bills in his pockets & these days even the birds have more bread to munch
He’s running out of time, running out of time, running out of crimes, running out of crimes
Running out of clothes, running out of clothes, running out of dimes, running out of dimes
I think I’m running out of rhymes
The old souls between the leaves tell him all you have is your time & your hands
No one to please but yourself, no one but the wind to guide you, No one but yourself to find you
Thoose soles on your shoes made out of old beat up tires are all that will hold you through this long road alone
So let me sleep because hey I’m getting old
OOooooooouuuu Dark tunnel man, where will you go tonight? & who are your friends?
OOooooooouuuu Dark tunnel man, & when you die alone, will there will be anyone to claim your name?
Dark tunnel man…Where will you end?
Music & Lyrics by Tania Chat di Muse ©
