Sing for the madman Sing for the thief It's a shame I'm getting used to My full time disbelief Counting the blessings While I'm still allowed I just sang eighteen secrets To a weeknight crowd And I'll meet you at the narrows While December strains To pull us from a sinkhole With Basaltic Fangs And if we somehow make it Will you walk with me On the boardwalk with the beggars Down the orange lit streets? Goodbye, Absecon As the guards pass through the turnstile For another night In the distance I hear the sandbar Fighting with the tide And I woke up in the lobby To a world turned black and white And I thought about the gloaming And the peace in my brother's eyes Goodbye, Absecon