Cave-o-sapien - 

you were made for breaking of my back. 

As I carried you past quiet houses, 

kicking through the roses in the yard, I spied 

the wildflower kisses on your neck - saw the garden 

had been trampled past repair. 



Oh, Cave-o-sapien. 



You look like the sunrise! 

- purple, lemon, baby-blue and gold - 

but I knew it sounded bad when you said NO REGRETS 

and then said nothing more. 

And while you;re leaning deep into the smoke 

of those sticks 

you keep rubbing together, 

I keep thinking about how bad it's gonna burn, 

and all the people I loved, back home, 

who I loved, and love, 

that you turned on. 

People just offering shelter from the wind. 

So bow your head into the wind, 

my Cave-o-sapien. 



I had a vision of a gorilla, 

and he was a killer, 

A killer! 



Alone, 

in fields of stone, 

you're not the sunrise, 

you're just alone. 



But I've got you, until you're gone