From the recording Perfect Smile
Lyrics
OPEN ENDED
No one really eats much
Down at O.T.B.
Though the kitchen staff
Don’t really seem to mind
Cigar smoke, leather faces
Some of them in neck braces
Drink up and analyze the line
My vodka tonic and your 7 & 7
De rigeur along with 40 TV screens
We’ll play a 12 to 1 shot
Because the name is catchy
And wrestle with some complicated scenes
You do for me
What hunger does for poetry
This ride is open ended
We’ll talk about your mother’s
Comatose condition
And the power of attorney
And the bills
And how the power of prayer is vastly underrated
How some mountains now
Are manageable hills
You do for me
What hunger does for poetry
This ride is open ended
Your brother Raymond
And his gambling problem
Are 30 feet away at window 9
Maybe if we sit a little lower
For a minute
We can preserve his quiet time
A thousand miles above
An astronaut is dreaming
About the day
He doesn’t have to eat freeze dried
Little things are subtle ties
To destinations
How big or small is oceans wide
You do for me
What hunger does for poetry
This ride is open ended