Another Thing Coming

Through the window I could see 
a glimmering gaze waiting for me - 
A choice, in the noise: 
Light from afar or delight at the bar. 

One more day mind glazed; 
One more day in the shade; 
One more day of empty glasses; 
One more day for second chances - 
Fear stained memories in a cage, 
forgotten feelings in a haze, 
cold and shrill and numbing: 
Another thing coming… 

So time for home, time for bed, 
too many words have been said; 
Cold relief, short and brief, 
turning tables, writing labels, 
making time to switch (which is which?) 

One more day mind glazed; 
One more day in the shade; 
One more day of empty glasses; 
One more day for second chances - 
Fear stained memories in a cage, 
forgotten feelings in a haze, 
cold and shrill and numbing: 
Another thing coming… 

Now you’ve set me up 
in the middle of some good luck, 
with the myth: 
The iron gate of an altered state - 
Myself withheld from all my sins, 
falling down on the sharpened ground. 

The night-time cure, the magic mixture, the mystery - 
Your special power shimmers in a night-shine, 
a potion of lost emotion reflecting 
a fantasy in my head. 

One more day mind glazed; 
One more day in the shade; 
One more day of empty glasses; 
One more day for second chances - 
Fear stained memories in a cage, 
forgotten feelings in a haze, 
cold and shrill and numbing: 
Another thing coming… 

Words and (some) Music by Robert Walker