The Final Mission

I saw a man in my apartment
In Brooklyn last night
There was a rainwater explosion
In the window over the backyard

I went to the station
I spoke to my friend Ian
And he said I'd broken in
To the wrong Light FM station

He gave me a mission
Make an intervention
A house call in Hoboken
I said "you've gotta be kidding"

And I spoke to the Siamese twins at the door
Said

"Next time I see you
I'm gonna look at you
With these same suspicious eyes
Breaking the bound Aries"

The jazz band kept playing
That same loop over and over again
The night my friend Ian
Showed me pictures of the mission

Head all gray and thinning
Panorama twisting
Blood all over the kitchen
Harmonicas over the backyard

I was walking in Manhattan
Running East from Hudson
I couldn't catch my breathing
I dreamed I was a free man

And I screamed up to the ear from the floor
Said

No
I don't wanna die on the street in Manhattan
No
I don't wanna die on the street tonight