Finer Days

Granted passage into the finer days

How I got here, I do not know

And if it were all to disappear

I would not know how to return

And all of my old friends

They want me to stay down, down, down with them

I could extend them a hand

But they would only pull it off

In their grasp, in their powder

And so, I find myself isolated

Isolated in these fine, fine days