The Groundskeeper

And there's a breeze and it's blowing by the road
 Rattling this bag of bones
 And as I make my way through the storm
 There's a scrap yard proud of my tale
 Flag me down a driver
 I says:
 "Take me the long way home
 For I am the passenger seat prophet you've been waiting for
 And I long to see the chicken wire again"
 I awoke in the morning
 With a green throat and a sore head
 Like a jellyfish born on your clean bed
 Not knowing what to do
 I just fell in love with you
 As the dog outside the door craved my attention
 I think I'd like to meet the groundskeeper
 But I don't know, I think I've lost him along the way
 He's beneath our eyes, he's got William Burroughs eyes
 I think he's had his day
 Lurching in the sun
 Thorns and nettles on the run, the ragged brush he swept
 The pavement which he kept so clean
 I've seen it in a dream
 Then sitting down, wiping off the sweat from his furrowed brow
 With a rag of Irish tweed
 Yeah, Yeah
 And take me back, I'll abuse no more
 I've been falling by the wayside in real time
 Take me back, I'll abuse no more
 I've been falling by the wayside in real time
 I think I'd like to meet the groundskeeper (Yeah man if you're sure)
 I think he's brewing tea (Come with me, lets see)
 Behind the willow door
 Manuscripts [?] filled up with words that reassure
 Like a language no ones speaking anymore
 In the corner theres a bookcase for his bed
 And a tin straw hat to perch upon his head
 Says it brings him closer to the land
 And he wears it like a crown for the common man
 Yeah, Yeah
 And take me back, I'll abuse no more
 I've been falling by the wayside in real time
 Take me back, I'll abuse no more
 I've been falling by the wayside in real time
 I think I'd like to meet the groundskeeper
 But I don't know, I think I lost him along the way