Abandon ship
Walk the plank
The fireman
The night he drank
Scrub the scene
Dot the I
The devil’s dress
He signed the line
Something about the sum of parts
At the start, it was dark, outlook parked
on the edge of summer and winter
Creeping at the deep end’s start
In the dark, losing parts, man made parks
Written-down downfalls before the Fall
Crazy, this feels crazy
Years since I’ve felt this way
Crazy, this feels crazy
Years coming out today
Wipe the prints
Smolder fires
A pendulum
He cuts the wire
Fog the lense
Grab the knob
The dungeon’s full
Of cores and cobs
Crazy, this feels crazy
This ever evolving circus
this is your life chuck johnson 