TV Song

The knob on the TV is broken
 That's why it's always on
 And every word ever spoken
 Finds its way into a song
 There are noises in the attic
 It's probably water from the storm
 Way down deep beneath the static
 Misty words begin to form
 And lately
 I've been feeling
 A little busted up and dusty
 Since the ceiling
 Came crashing down and I
 Recall the screaming
 Of a hundred angry people
 I try to plug my ears
 But I can't make it stop
 I'd like to think that when you're dying
 You're gonna know what you should do
 That's a lovely thought for thinking
 But it probably isn't true
 The tube one the TV has shattered
 And I fear so has my soul
 'Cause everything that ever mattered
 Just got sucked into the hole
 Lately
 I've been feeling
 A little busted up and dusty
 Since the ceiling
 Came crashing down and I
 Recall the screaming
 Of a hundred angry people
 I try to plug my ears
 But I can't make it stop