GREAT APES LYRICS

"The Edge Of The Western World"

a validation, repose, a homage
the greatest times are not ornate
sometimes I forget they are serene moments where
history and future draw a line through present on a city street

it’s happening tonight
driving a taxi sitting on the beach in dark

“well, this isn’t going to make you rich,” he says
“surround yourself with the wealthy and play golf.”
(and I know he’s right) that this life won’t pay
the spare cab lurches and bounces down
Marina to Diamond Heights

I sit the stoic therapist because I have nothing to say
and at end of session he’s in tears - oh, the ruin of his life

I choose relative poverty
and the sound of the ocean
the waves crash, but I can’t see them through
the fog that blankets the edge of the western world

glass towers give way to pastel cubes out here
American thought pushed to the water on wagon trains
rail lines and ships - steam rollers will make you mad

I will be here again and again
I will always hear the waves, but I will never see them crash
the city at sleep: empty boulevards and wisps of fog in wind
memories of love gone

and the promise of loves to come
intersection, hope, goodnight

I choose relative poverty
and the sound of the ocean
the waves crash, but I can’t see them through
the fog that blankets the edge of the western world

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