Eric Thompson
 Metamorphic Blues

 I’m cruising for places I’ve been
 shown
 I’m losing touch with people I
 have known
 I’m shmoozing the world until
 my cover’s blown…

 I’m looking for something I’ll
 never find
 I’m hoping that the riddles will
 unwind
 I’m leaving everything I learned
 behind

 You don’t know just what it is
 you want
 You can’t order off the menu in
 this restaurant…

 I’m tearing the walls of the
 temple down
 I’m wearing a stranger’s face in
 my home town
 I’m tracking trails of mud across
 your wedding gown

 I’m dancing with visions in my
 head
 I’m romancing all the characters
 I’ve read
 And I’m working out the math to
 somehow raise the dead

 You don’t know just what it is
 you want
 You can’t order off the menu in
 this restaurant…

 I’m making peace with this jail
 cell
 I’m breaking ranks and starting
 to tell
 The truth about the artifacts I’ve
 loved so well…