they put me on trial
then they put me away for a while
but they couldn't say at what time
the blame became mine
when they put me on trial
the courtroom shook
as the judges pounded their books
and they took one last long look
at the life that they took
when they put me on trial
in darker days
i might look at the mess i'd made
and decide there's nothing to say
they'll put me away
for the mess that i've made
but when you've seen
through eyes that buy the sunlight's silence
another shade comes out
it's different now
i mean it looks alright to me
the tender way
they all turn their eyes away
as the judges say
it shouldn't happen like this
it should never be this way
an easy life
the finest mind that books can buy
but then the legs fell out
he's finished now
a case of the saddest kind
climbing, as winter follows winter
in the city out there
there's this memory haunts the air
of someone climbing somewhere
in never-ending libraries
in stories i'll never find
garden paths that fork in time
with a slowly growing waistline
we'll walk these halls
and finally we'll find out what we became
we are all the same
the stand-ins for the stand-ins for famous names
when the judgement came they judged me fairly
they put me between
the best there's ever been
and the ones they won't believe