Evidently Dying, Evidently Fine

See that bum on the corner, see his lady in her rags
As they're asking you both for your last cigarette
As her hands form a chapel, his eyes form a breath
And they're driving you crazy with such faraway stares
Like they've already passed to the next side of dawn
Like they're already puzzling whatever in mind
And you give them that cig and you wish them good luck
And you see they're evidently dying here, but they're evidently fine

Dig this city collapse to a madhouse of cards
As it pleads your compassion and it asks for goodbye
Witness silence emerging from every church door
Bejeweled archangels still scrubbing her floors
Their halos are withered in last autumn's sighs
And the lady no longer has her eyes on your dime
And you hope for her best, still she takes no advice
And you realize she's evidently dying, but she's evidently fine

New murderers dance on abandonment's stairs
And they're visiting theaters for a glimpse of our play
And they go the opera to postpone their reviews
Pick whoever you want, he just ain't got a clue
So stick to your programs, pay off and go home
Just disastrous illusions of another St. John
Yeah he thinks he found Christ in that goldmine of death
And he's evidently trying here to die so evidently fed

See this bench full of poets of the last century
Still hooked up on their rules, can't afford to be free
They can't move away, can't settle here down
They’re a beardless arena full of lioness lies
Their talking goes on, stupor walking goes by
There's not enough talent, too much compromise
In their table of losers I'm leading the line
And I'm evidently dying of boredom, ma, but I'm evidently fine

See this pig give you way, beat the shit out of you
For sticking your posters to their flytraps of glue
You run with the monkeys, you’ll miss your next show
Dumb audience is waiting, wishing you'd finally come
You’re Jack in a box, that hook in a song
And they'd lay you down dying in philosopher’s socks
Well I really can't figure, I really don't mind
If I'm evidently dying, in yellow, or if I'm just evidently fine