Ballad of an Ugly Man

Do you devour the whole stockpile? Or save the best morsels for last?
Then take your face and relocate it to a shady place
Some dim hallway full of faces from the past

She’s so sweet and nice but she won’t accept my fervor in her house of ice
I really wish I was good lookin’
There’s got to be some better banquet cookin’

I won’t leave much to fate nor will I dance a jig on a sewer grate
And I’ll no longer worship famous rock bands
Within that heat of fate, I may attempt to overcompensate
To the point where I’m lost in a peregrine distant land

But who gets to choose if they are born to dance or to sing the blues?
I really wish I was good lookin’
And then perhaps my every word won’t be mistookin’

Sound, the magical aqueduct of sound, ancient sweet music that resounds
With the promise of Heaven after life
Life, this very long journey marked with strife, no true destiny without a wife
There’s nothing to share, no one to care, no burning prayer, no scarlet fair

She’s so swift and bright with the power to illuminate the darkest night

She doesn’t know exactly who I am
and she can’t relate to me as being just a man
I stroll outside her gates and try to contemplate my wretched fate
And I wait and I wait and I wait
But I will never, never, never, never, never, never, understand
No I will never never never never truly understand
For I’m just a man