Pacing the cage - Bruce Cockburn
Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it's pointing
toward
Sometimes you feel like you
live too long
Days drip slowly on the page
You catch yourself
Pacing the cage
I've proven who I am so many
times
The magnetic strip's worn
thin
And each time I was someone
else
And every one was taken in
Hours chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust
of rage
Set me to pacing the cage
I never knew what you all
wanted
So I gave you everything
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could
sing
It's as if the thing were
written
In the constitution of the
age
Sooner or later you'll wind
up
Pacing the cage
Sometimes the best map will
not guide you
You can't see what's round
the bend
Sometimes the road leads through
dark places
Sometimes the darkness is
your friend
Today these eyes scan bleached-out
land
For the coming of the outbound
stage.
Pacing the cage.
Pacing the cage.