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Written May 2000

If I dive, brains-first, in a doom-said pool, float like a dead man, but hey, I'm not.
I mean, I'm teaching myself that breath is a tool
to wish on the breath left we've got.
Get outta the water, fear of floating down--
gotta run on some ground (run myself into ground).
See, cuz then I won't have time to walk and think
and look in pool mirrors and see I'm the weak link.

That might be an admission.
Ah, who am I kidding?

There is no tell-tale sign.
And if the fella's fading--Fine.
Maybe that's my tell-tale sign it's time.

Dripping, emerge, waxing moon up above
 but I use a wax--dripping candle instead--
to be a "vandal", second-skin to some black gloves
but, hey, in this moonlight they kinda look red.
No crime, no sign, I cannot be trusted.
Shaking, shaken with defeat, I am so busted.
Can't flee fast with this crutch (I use time for a crutch)
and along with the red gloves, i know I push luck.

Well, I'll be damned!
I guess I'm damned.

There is no tell-tale sign.
And if the fella's fading--Fine.
Maybe that's my tell-tale sign it's time.

(time for...time for...time for...time for what? Sign for...sign for...)

Time hoists like a cruch or sticks down like a shadow--
either way, it's close. It's pretty damn close.
After dumb did me in, taking silences blows, I
 still shush down, take this quiet I chose.
Trudge to the side of a wide highway
 where I make a bright billboard read what I want.
This is what I think--well, what I wish--it would say:
"THIS BOARD WILL NEVER HAVE ENOUGH FONT"

Alone, I wish on a billboard?
Something's not right with that.

There is no tell-tale sign.
And if the fella's fading--Fine.
Maybe that's my tell-tale sign it's time.

(time for...time for..time for...time for what?
sign for...sign for...sign for..sign for what?
time for...time for...time for...time what for?
sign for...sign for...sign for...sign what for?)
{Humming outro}