Cabin Man

I was paralyzed, sick of my own brain For months, every time I drove over that bridge, I'd feel a tug My eyelids would get heavy, and I'd smile And long for the sleep of all cowards It's not that I wasn't loved, far from it I simply lacked the ability to feel it Sad, isn't it? So I made the big climb up to the top of that bridge It was a beautiful day, of course Perfect sleeping weather As I contemplated the deep, I saw that final door There was a light coming from underneath it So I knew that my maker was home As I prepared to lean forward and reach for the knob I saw something move There was a cockroach by my right foot; a big one What was a cockroach doing on top of a bridge? I'm no entomologist. Another one of my many faults Instinctively, I lifted my foot to step on it, but I pulled up short He couldn't help that he was a roach He was just doing what a roach does I put my finger down there and he climbed up on to it And crawled slowly up to the middle of my bare arm We sat that way for about twenty minutes Me, thinking thoughts and feeling feelings Him wiggling his antennae Then suddenly... suddenly he spread his wings and flew Up and up, higher and higher until he was gone Then I started... I started to cry I cried and I cried, until I heard a voice from below "Hey, you fuckin' idiot! What're ya doin' up there?" Then I told him... I told him... I told him I don't wanna go I don't wanna go. I wanna.. I wanna.. I wanna rise! Rise! Rise!