Unemployed Statesman

• Unemployed Statesman

Unemployed Statesman

Unemployed Statesman and I'm seeking State
The devil has my loneliness and I've nothing left to trade
I'm calling from a payphone, a tube of quiet glass
And I've used all the pennies of anyone I've dared to ask

This land is just too big for me
You can drive and drive and drive
And never find a sanctuary
A foot across the dotted lines

Unemployed Statesman and I'm passing through
The kinder strangers take me for the kind of face they never knew
I'm sleeping cold under the stars, with the desert blooms
And the gold beneath the soil asks me "could there be a finer room?"

This land is just too big for me
You can drive and drive and drive
Til you reach a place where, just to show their reverence,
The seas begin to rise

Unemployed Statesman and I'm seeking State
Ozymandias slept some time before the poets raised his stakes
I'm calling from a payphone, a cross-roads in the sand
I may have one last trade to make, and to force the devil's hand

This land is just too big for me
You can drive and drive and drive
And never find a single thing
That did but see you passing by

© Brendan Bonsack
February 2015

1. National Anthem
2. Heat
3. Unemployed Statesman
4. Time

Land
Released February 2015