Doesn't it seem as we all
look around
that God must be out of
his mind?
There's no more telling
the up from the down
and the blind are leading
the blind
Blackout, blackout
Baby, that's what I'm talking
about
If you can't live on faith,
Then you must live on doubt
After your candle goes out
It's easy to smile when you're
new at the game
with a head full of sugar
and stars
It's harder to take when
you've run yourself lame
and you can't really see
where you are
Blackout, blackout ...
After your candle goes out
What will you dream about?
The busboy, the jockey, the
girl in the cake
the cop and the rat in the
maze --
every forsaken last one
is afraid
everyone's feeling their
way
Blackout, blackout ...
© Heather Eatman, 1998
