The Cusp & the Wane

I'm thirsty for good old-fashioned brawl

There are many voices that are never heard at all

Mozart died a pauper, but he didn't go in vain

Take solice in his knowledge of the cusp & the wane

Hard living may steal the best of me

I've burned the candle as bright as it can be

William Blake was ridiculoled & seldom used his name

He forced his part untroubled by the cusp & the wane

Let's hear it for the underdogs who skipped the hall of fame

One more cheer for the underdogs who never played the game

Sweet madness, it never felt so true

Living bored of lightning that sparks out of the blue

You have always loved me, even when I've been insane

Thanks for riding with me on the cusp & the wane