My New Time - Autumn

I hate it here

Pillow of shame, blanket of lies

Warms the primitive

I hate it here

In this new year, with the sun

New in my skies

Broken glass on corroded brass

It tells a time

A new time, gentlemen

Blinding glance, raise my glass

To my new time

I’m naked here

I’m in the blind, in blinding cold

Not a shiver

Moves the primitive

I hate it here

In this new year, with the sun

New in my skies

Dead weight on my shoulders, sir

A mule of circumstance

Am I this blind?

Can I not see this?

Am I blinded into seeing

Nothing real?

Cry in your pillows

Swallow that pride

Keep your blankets

For these colder nights

In the new year

My new year

My new time, gentlemen