You pray in the storm, I'll sing to static on the radio You there in the amber, I'm the clay I just pulled out of a city I no longer know Who says don't bother writing unless you're dead or in the family way Parades, alcohol, and love's swinging phantoms Everything everyone's been dying for all year Jimmy says there's no God in the sky holding him for ransom But he's doing alright keeping himself hostage down here This is where the insects go to expire, fire This is where the children go to weep, sleep This is where the gypsies go when they retire Now they're counting on you kid and your famous cold feet But if everything rolls around again Does that mean we are free? If everything rolls around again Does that mean we don't have to follow the grail, We can go ahead and swallow our tails And then just wait and see? If everything rolls around again, What about the ceremonies in our beds, The crushed flowers in our heads, The hope and the smoke and the sleet And the sad reoccurring dream And the thirsty kisses in the rain And the promise only the dead can keep? Is that when we are free? Or is there a fire you forgot to touch? Is there a heart you never saw? Do you think you'd miss it very much If you're the only living boy in Omaha?