Space Case

1978 Last song for Jim

The black side

Comes out

in the backslide...

'Though you try

to avoid a slip

You slowly

lose your grip

And you slip

Tipping

backwards in time

out of midn

A Trip

of some kind

where you find

Your freedom.

I was a fool

should have stayed

in school

to learn the rules

the first time through

with you.

So, cool,

so slick,

So easy to trick

a world sick

for love

that you're the pick

of the flock,

HA!

Smoothe talk,

fancy walk,

words like chalk

so easy to erase

and then replace

without a trace

of the place

the promise was.

And face to face

you deny the rat race

You run in one place

behind your face

Just a space case

without a home base.