Atlas, At last

You are like a vulture and a crow
Always things to find, and never throw
I know your back is broad...
But how many songbirds went ignored?
All the memories you hoard...
How many cups of coffee poured?

Atlas your addiction is killing you
Atlas your addiction is killing you
Put it all aside
Fall into the grass
At last

Crack after crack in the empty clay
Pollen and dust in a hazy ray
Vacant stare through a distant world
Aren't you sick of this?

Atlas your addiction is killing you
Atlas your addiction is killing you
Put it all aside
Fall into the grass
At last

Put the world aside
Give the world a rest
At last...