Your Blood

I went for you in military times and, then, I waited well into the 2300s
I made my way through the Union Street design kids
They were alright
They were on fire
They harbored an elementary desire to do good works
I bought 'em all, I bought 'em all
I made donations to The Plague, and The Fall and The Old Grey Mare in her stall

Endangered ape, a couple years in solitary never really hurt anyone
Distinguished colleagues, dead music writers' brides, I apologize
They were alright
They were on fire
They harbored an elementary desire to do good works
I bought 'em all, I bought 'em all
I made donations to the plague and the fall 
And The old grey mare in her stall

I don't know, I guess I'm doing alright
Tabitha takes another stab at becoming light
She never wants to go
Always want to stay illuminated

Ride towards the dawn, quicksilver on the side of nothing
Never had a chance
Never had to choose your blood versus your blues