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Bunking up on the divan
I've got the strip heater burning and I'm waiting for Rudy to return
With his boots throwing sparks across the kitchen floor
Hermes' wings are tied onto his ankles
They've been there since he was born

I tumble right out of a dream, into the face of Cuddy, with his broken guitar
Last night, his soul sprung a leak, and the music spilled all across the sheets
And those symphonies still glisten on his cheeks, as he stands before me, shivering now

Tumble down, little man
Tumble right into my hands
It's alright, I will be waiting on the other side
Waiting to take you out wide

Maybe this time I'll come and follow you over
Lord knows, I never got that familiar with the undiscovered
I was happy just to live on the street where the pilgrims weary feet would beat me out a lullaby

Made a decision, I made a rule
No more trying to get babies out of mules
No more trying to put blood back in the stone
But it's gotta be done and its gotta be now
Cuddy, take me down!

Right now, I'm cooling my heels, swaying a little to the music as it peels away
Cuddy's left me here all restless and aware
Where could he be? And how will he get there?

Rudy's late, I hear him fumble at the gate
The radio screeches from the static he creates
He's leading a procession of acolytes and saints, on a mission
Gets me wondering as they gather round me whispering

Cuddy's there, he stands me on a chair, draws a halo in the air
And he smiles as he talks: "Behold! The avatar of nothingness in a button down shirt!"

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