Bright Eyes - Susan Miller Rag

When all the knots' attention keep you from getting loose
Relax your love
Relax your living
And cruise... past the People's Choice and their backwards attitudes.

When you're done all sleeping and all your dreams fall through
Relax your rush
Relax your grieving
And lose... yourself in the trill of your woodwind solitude

Light in the corners of the room
In your Eighth House is a rising moon
Better get out of here soon...

Far away from the rag trade
Far away from this maritime state you're stuck in
Relax your law
Relax your ego
And groove... from the deep-sea dive to the nose-bleed altitudes

When you divide the memories outside the photobooth
Relax your cause
Relax your feeling And choose... not the one that you want but the one they just handed you

When the tequila gimmicks start soft but get you juiced
Relax your thoughts
Relax your breathing
And do... what you want, when you want, with whoever you wanted to

The sun is eclipsed as silence swoons
And you your Eighth House is a darkened room
Is it midnight or high noon?

Far away from the rag trade
Far away from this marathon race you're running
Relax your costs
And dodge the zeroes
And prove... what you think that you can to whoever you needed to

Far away from the rag trade
Far away from this maritime state
Far away from the rag trade
Far away from this maritime state you're stuck in
..You're stuck in