Anything But Me
somewhere in between
seeing you at the station
transcendental meditation
and lookin at the stars
got me wondrin wut the hell
am I doin
thinkin of u in-
stead of playin my guitar
yea i'm up on the mountain
doin me some cryin
underneath the pleiades and the orion
seek ye the thrower of celestial stones
a pack of cigarettes
and a book of poems
i shoulda been a bird
a sparrow or an eagle
a crow or a seagull
flyn over the sea
i shoulda been a sailor
a cowboy or a jailer
anything but me
anything
oh anything
yea i'm up on the mountain
doin me me some cryin
underneath the pleiades and the orion
seek ye the thrower of celestial stones
a pack of cigarettes
and a book of poems
a sparrow or an eagle
a crow or a seagull
flyn over the sea
i shoulda been a sailor
a cowboy or a jailer
anything but me
i can't comprehend
the gun that i'm under;
the roar of the thunder
in my room
i'm a pagan at the altar
tryna get a notion
but it's like tryna fit an ocean
inna spoon
yea i'm up on the mountain
doin me some cryin
underneath the pleiades and the orion
seek ye the thrower of celestial stones
a pack of cigarettes
and a book of poems
i shoulda been a bird
a sparrow or an eagle
a crow or a seagull
flyn over the sea
i shoulda been a sailor
a cowboy or a jailer
anything but me
anything
oh anything
