The Collected Works

There was a tempest roaring in the deep blue

There just to put the revolution in you

You compared the cost of a war

With walking into a wall

Nobody saw you coming, including me

The empty bottles of coup d'état at your feet

You repeat the same free advice

The kind of entrance you'd have expected

From the collected works of exits

And you have defended the chemistry of the divide

But careful wants of conversation aside

A beat too late and it's gone

A twist on natural law

Then you arrive with an impact rivaling science

Sealed, delivered, a gift to the magi signed:

"To my old friend the news

Who dropped in recently, unexpected

From the collected works of exits."

You faked your way through legend and into the black

Your careful wants of conversation stacked

In towers so high that you thought

"Here is it, the entrance I'd have expected

From the collected works of exits."

From the collected works of exits

From the collected works of exits