Just Passing Through

At ten o'clock is when I rise from my grave, 
and cast my eyes over the ideas that I couldn't save, 
become regret and break upon me now wave after wave, 
bid me remember what I've done.

A strange appeal is in the magazine zodiac, 
what inspiration are the women of the dog track, 
where there's a wheel and there's a well and there's a big rack, 
the perfumed killers from the north, 
collect each Saturday to brood and sally forth...

I don't know enough to know not to show it
Or tell it like I know more,
I'm sorry baby, but your roving poet's just a bank balance troubadour, 
who can't sing the song anymore.

At ten o'clock is when you open up your apple eyes, 
and drink a cup into the one of earth the other skies, 
and out your mouth a tiny burst of tiny baby cries 
"O where o where o where did you get into to?"
A strange appeals unto a pocket where a body lay, 
I saw a dream of such a couple only yesterday, 
when the one did leave the other went to war -Enola Gay, 
she had a halo, was a heroine, 
she had a halo, was a heroine...

Well I know I'm not loathe to show it, 
I smile like a bandsaw, 
I'm sorry darlin' but your roving poet's just a footloose man-whore, 
who can't talk the talk anymore..

We're just passing through
Just passing through

At ten o'clock is when I rise from my grave, 
and cast my eyes over the ideas that I couldn't save, 
become regret and break upon me now wave after wave, 
bid me remember what I done.

When time doesn't tear you pay a fee to make it rip, 
the ditch witch, the back hoe, the bobcat, the tip, 
soil from the hillock spilling over on that solemn lip, 
it covers up the cedar mirror, 
do you ever see your weakness any clearer?

We were winding up the road to the site 
with the windows down and the cigarettes alight,
singing some rubbish about "my soul's alright",
I didn't know what I could do...
We were winding up the road to the site 
with the windows down and the cigarettes alight,
singing some rubbish about "my soul's alright",
I didn't know what I could do...
It's just you and I and some other guy forever passing through

We're just passing through
Like a gall stone
Just passing through
Like a rat through a snake
Just passing through
Like a little rubbish through a rake
Just passing through

The sound you make when you hit the ground
The saddest sound you'll ever make

Ooh...