The Abandoned Brain

I'm sitting here in the abandoned brain

Waiting for take-off in it

They say it's never going to work again

But I can spare a few minutes

Been here before in the abandoned brain

There's flowers on all the controls

The tape keeps telling me again and again

That I'm the keeper of souls



The wind blows hard on the abandoned brain

But there's nobody thinking at all

The hypothalamus is open to the rain

And the leaves sweep into the hall

There's no one else in the abandoned brain

But that's not necessarily bad

It feeds on itself, but it's not insane

This brain is too old to go mad



Roses bloom in the abandoned brain

And thoughts run wild on the floor

Like a headless corpse; a derailed train

Who could ask for anything more?

I'm sitting here in the abandoned brain

Waiting for take-off in it

They say it's never going to work again

But I can spare a few minutes