days when beaches wash up bottles
redeem them for nickels at the store where he works
aproned
stamping
perfect
orange labels
on with his gun
a crowd of 16 pushes in
he pretends to be enchanted
with his soup cans
and i'm asking god or someone
please don't let them notice him
this time
i don't need to tell the rest
you are here
you see how they make him piss himself
i'm thinking of the beach
where i stood today
picking up things the world throws away
and sometimes
all i wish for the world is that i could hand it over
to somebody better than me
get in my boat and sail off
see you later
i don't want to be here anymore
riding down the sticky conveyer belt
all of my groceries crowd up on themselves
here is a boy mopping up a floor
here is a bright yellow bucket in a grocery store
and sometimes
all i wish for the world is that i could hand it over
to somebody better than me
get in my boat and sail off
see you later
i don't want to be here anymore