Two Days Short Tomorrow

My darling, my darling
 Are you as composed as the space you fill?
 You know there's little reason
 To demand what can't be given from the ears you fill
 And you aim your thoughts homeward
 As if you had a reason to be gone
 You were raised by sirens
 They taught you not to talk, all words are empty
 But they lent you their hats
 Screaming, "Bring back from the other side, some sympathy"
 And you spare no time to wonder
 When you claim to know the answer, why be wrong?
 So you put on your painted dress
 While the berdache takes your hand and tempts you homeward
 And so I've heard that you've gone wrong
 But is it OK, if I think of you?
 'Cause you might just be what I'm counting on
 Just one more day and I must get through
 Well you've break just like the morning
 And if yesterday don't owe you, well who does then?
 And if you ever seek me out
 I'll be someone among the people you call has-beens
 Well you'd love to be a martyr, but you've got nothing to die for
 So you wait
 And wintertime is coming
 You can feel the cold drum drumming once again
 And so I've heard that you've gone wrong
 But is it OK, if I think of you?
 'Cause you might just be what I'm counting on
 Just one more day and I must get through
 I love my country
 I love my country
 But I fear your mother
 I fear your mother
 She's growing older
 Or so they told her
 And flowers won't replace her
 You're my sheath, I'm your rapier
 And so I've heard that you've gone wrong
 But is it OK, if I think of you?
 'Cause you might just be what I'm counting on
 Just one more day and I must get through
 And I must get through