Nick
Drake's Pants
David Brown
Nick Drake's pants
Are cold and old and folded
The only sign of life
Is the stain upon the fly
Once a year
She takes them from the tissue
They never fit
But they always make her cry
The tangled tape of a broken cassette
Waves from the wire of a chain-link fence
It holds a song it can no longer play
Trapped between this world and the next
Up on blocks
Suspended in the moment
On the clock
The mileage doesn't change
Rust and rot
Race to their conclusion
But the view
In the mirror stays the same
The tangled tape of a broken
cassette
Waves from the wire of a chain-link fence
It holds a song it can no longer play
Trapped between the past and present tense
It gets harder
to rock and roll
With the reaper tugging at your coat
Hope I die before I get old
Was that Pete Townsend or Pinocchio
Stuck in time
An insect in amber
Eternal youth
Comes with a price
Like the wolf
With his paw in the mantrap
You can't move on
Unless part of you dies |
