However having found himself incapable of enjoyment Our Hero rediscovers the value of his own instrumentality and hallucinates a way home





IÕm still wondering where you are tonight

Please donÕt think that I donÕt care

ItÕs not fair to suppose

Things donÕt change

Things donÕt change


You are just a porcupine and

you would never let me slide oh


IÕm not well enough to decide

if IÕm right






Copyright 2007 Marc Alan Goodman


10,000 Feet Beneath the Ground