Inhaler

As I lay sleeping, a vision came to me

A signed confession, the ghosts on Bowery

It’s time to get up and fight the terror

You chalk it up to marvelous error

Mannix is on - it’s a fight with an old friend

You run your heart through the blades of a blender

I turn around and the night has teeth again

I take it in so I, so I can breathe again

It’s a swing and a miss and our hero is down today

The Toronado is pulling away

(And I check the breaks and I fill the tank

And I kick the tires and then I give thanks

Because you never know)

You pack your heart in a compression bag

And you seal it up with a silica gel pack

It’s 5pm and Gideon Coe is live

Turn it up if you’re gonna survive

(And I cross my t’s and I dot my i’s

And I say I love you as I wave goodbye

Because you never know)

It’s not cold comfort when you’re far from home

And nothing else to do but turn the radio on again

Another city, new vegetation

You come to mind like a meditation

I see the trees and they shake from their foundations

They fill the fields like a constellation

So I remember the kindness of strangers

Back at the station she gave me her inhaler

The light surrounds us til we’re irradiated

I miss the sound so I, I turn the radio on

It’s a swing and a miss and our hero is down today

The Toronado is pulling away

(And I check the breaks and I fill the tank

And I kick the tires and then I give thanks

Because you never know)

You pack your heart in a compression bag

And you seal it up with a silica gel pack

It’s 10pm and Gideon Coe is live

Turn it up if you’re gonna survive

(And I cross my t’s and I dot my i’s

And I say I love you as I wave goodbye

Because you never know)

It’s not cold comfort when you’re far from home

And nothing else to do but turn the radio on again

It’s a swing and a miss and our hero is down today

The Toronado is pulling away

(And I check the breaks and I fill the tank

And I kick the tires and then I give thanks

Because you never know)

You pack your heart in a compression bag

And you seal it up with a silica gel pack

It’s 5pm and Gideon Coe is live

Turn it up if you’re gonna survive

(And I cross my t’s and I dot my i’s

And I say I love you as I wave goodbye

Because you never know)

It’s not cold comfort when you’re far from home

And nothing else to do but turn the radio on again