Angels All Cry The Same

I know a time to wade
Through your thoughts
Like an aeroplane
Cutting through across
No sense in crying
When you could be upset
Without letting
Your face get wet
What's the use
In fighting obtuse ideas
When no one bothers to think
Make it come out raw
Like straight through your jaw
Just your jaw is all I ask

I know it's hard to play
Other people's friends
Like you were
Their puppet provider
And you could make
Their strings bend
You can knock
On water like wood
And push other people
To do the same
And say
Heaven is just
A lonely man's game
And angels
All cry the same

Don't try
To sink all by yourself
Get some help
There is a brickmaker
Who lives above your room
Who has been looking
From some friends like you
Notes you write yourself
When you're drunk
Before you go to sleep
They seem like good ideas
And then you dream
And you wake up
Knowing how it must feel
To have been president
And set all the precedents
And felt useless and a fool

I can't say
When they'll let marriage
Out on gays
No one wants to see
Their friends caged
Unless you're not really
A friend at all