The yellow Sun Well, it took the hand Of a country boy To a city in a far-off land We made no mark If no shadow at all On the ancient, holy streets Where I learned to crawl 24 it doesn't make sense I kept a diary Of my experience The broken and the bruised The young and the used The sure and confused All here Words would find me Creep behind me Break and enter through All the locked doors Rhymes began in me Summer sang in me But summer sings in me no more Now I'm twenty-five And trying to stay alive In a corner of the world No with no clear enemies to fight It's hot as hell We're like butter on toast But there's no army in this world That can fight a ghost The scared and the brave The saint and the slave Some in their graves All here Words will then land on me Then abandon me Mangle, untangle me Leave me on the floor Spring sprang from me Summer sang in me But summer sings in me no more So glad you made it home Home in time To the day that is light So glad you made it home Day and time To the day that is light