Standard (EADGBE)

I caught the bus in Chinatown

And slept the whole way up I-95

The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him alive and I

guess I believe his rhythm on that morning after New Year's Eve

And I remember Shanghai

How I wasn't sure just what was safe to eat

The chickens pecked and wandered at the barefeet of the children hawking

figurines of workers smiling

What's the Chinese word for cheese?

Watched a sidewalk butcher

His instinctive understanding made the carcass snap and clarify beneath his

nimble hand that held the knife so long, so many times, the handles' changed

to shapes just like his fingers and his palms

And I, I am a broken glass

Shards upon the floor

Won't hold nothing anymore

And I, I am a broken glass

Shards upon the floor

Won't hold nothing anymore

Anymore

It's 2AM in Tokyo

And still too soon to call back to the people who will soon begin the day I

polished off and I will walk a mile amidst the neon lights that advertise

but I don't know just what they sell

I tell the taxi driver

To the park, a higher tone

And his gloves his pristine white just like the girls I used to know would

wear to dance their first cotillion

Every single one of them named Jennifer

I clutched at the Saint Christopher

I picked up at some country abbey long ago when I believed he'd keep me safe

and make me happy but it seems the luck he brings is not the common currency

a penny in Japan

And I, I am a broken glass

Shards upon the floor

Won't hold nothing anymore

And I, I am a broken glass

Shards upon the floor

Won't hold nothing anymore

And I, I am a broken glass

Shards upon the floor

Won't hold nothing anymore

Anymore