Glimjack Muttering

Maybe I divine you passage
from the darkness to your dreaming home
and when you cross my poem with a little bit of coin
and give a little dog a little bone

Oh but could you, hardly blame me
for leading you astray a little while
when you never stop asking for service with a smile
if my cup's a little empty

Why aren't you filling it up
Why aren't you filling it up
if my cup's a little empty
Why aren't you filling it up

Now sleep is a slow undertaker
it bides in a bed with time
if the body in the middle is a well spring
how tense is the coil in the mind

and the anvil, bade(sp?) anvil
a pillow for my hammering head
slippery and slick where the bulls are bled
if the dream is half empty

Why aren't you filling it up
Why aren't you filling it up
if the dream is half empty
Why aren't you filling it up

[BRIDGE]

I am the little flame on top of the candle
I am the little light I let you see
and by leading you through these streets i might
might even depend on you

So where now are the smiling faces
have now the shimmering coat(sp?)
and well it looks a little empty

Why aren't you filling it up
Why aren't you filling it up
and well it looks a little empty
Why aren't you filling it up
Why aren't you filling it up
if the dream is half empty
Why aren't you filling it up