Lyrics
He tells me that Joyce slept here
He hands me the key with a smirk
He even attempted to take the oath here
Instead, he did his best work
And it's way windswept here
The young trees end up all broken
There in the bending of the old growth here
The cold wind whispers the unspoken
And the whispering, it's unending
The very next year here
I run into the same desk jerk
He tells me Kafka slept here
Only this time it doesn't work
Me, I was at the height of my powers
There in the small of her neck
Between her compassion and her prowess
Her heart was the compass and knew when and where I'd wreck
When and where I'd wreck
If I'd stuck to what I know now
I wouldn't have half what I forget
You can paint me well tempted
Then reinvent me by where I slept
Remain reinvented and unkept
The trouble with the seventh grave
Is the struggle with the seventh brave
No matter how hard you behave
You can find the faithful waiting on the seventh wave
No matter how hard you behave
You can find the faithful
Waiting on the seventh wave
You can find the faithful, the faithful
Waiting on the seventh wave
