From the recording Live at the Corbin Theater
Loose Upon the Street (capo up 5 in C)
G C G C
In the end the noisy flocks of bitter disappointments
G Em D
came to rest on the orchard of my bones.
In the end my voice departed like the ghost of some old hobo
and I left the rhymes out drying on the stones.
In the end I followed midnight, slipping in the back door
only to find a twisted Twilight Zone.
In the end I was a tambourine, death rattle on the shifting sand
just at day break all alone.
In the end I threw my coat into the briar.
In the end I took off running like a thief.
In the end I bought a front page headline screaming,
G Em D
“There’s a madman loose upon the street.”
In the end you didn’t wait for Armageddon
to decide who was friend and who was foe.
In the end you took the last train out of Eden
but packed some golden apples for their glow.
In the end the dogs of winter circled round your fingers
till everything you touched would turn to snow.
In the and you told your story to the Last One Standing
but he sold it to a daytime TV show.
In the end you threw your ring into the fire.
In the end you called on Jupiter and Mars.
In the end you put your faith in all things FBI
and disappeared into a shiny car.
In the end we tried our hardest to dismantle every argument
that age put to our tired blistered hands.
In the end we gave up looking for a higher calling
and settled for a foolproof business plan.
In the end the wind was blowing like a roller coaster rumble
right into our faces as we ran.
In the end the sky just opened and crystal shards were falling
like wind chimes we were broken on the land.
In the end we threw our dice into the choir.
In the end we could not cast another spell.
In the end we started calling to our angels,
“Come and pick us up, we’ve nothing more to tell.”
Words and Music by David B. Hakan 11-14-2001
Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved.