Blue Left Hand

I got my money
I got my place
I got my car
I got my dish of youthful delinquency
I got my friends
I got my state
I got my colours
Locked behind the gates

It's in the news
It's in your face
It's in the rattle of the midnight rave
Where every car
And every plane
Are going home
Someplace they think is safe

And every star
And every faith
And every hole that you've been waiting to fix
Where is the give?
Where is the take?
And it's a wonder
That you can not break

Somebody thought it was here
All of the answers were clear
Pulling a cat from the hat
Again and again

It's in the shining
It's in the shapes
It's in the carving of the statuette
And every how
Every minute
In every second of the passing day

Where is the laughter?
Where is the taste?
Where is the sun beam strewn across your face?
I have the power
I can change
Nothing here
Will ever stay the same

Somebody thought it was here
All of the answers were clear
Pulling a cat from the hat
Again and again

It's in the party
At the midnight gates
It's in the things
That we all love to hate
It's in the harbour of every page
It's in the corner of the playwright's stage
And every player
And every fake
And every witch that we burned at the stake
We had the honour
We had it great
Now you got it
You can throw it away