Betting on the Muse

Another golden evening is dying on the vine
A rehearsal for the final act
When the light that’s lost is mine
All this blinding beauty has left me no excuse
I know the sun is setting
Who knows where it’s heading?
I’m still betting
Betting on the muse
My courage often staggers but still we climb the stairs
I lie awake and wonder, are they songs or are they prayers?
This beautiful delusion
If it’s all a ruse
It’s such a lovely setting
For my snakeskin to keep shedding
I’m still betting
Betting on the muse
You’ve got to die inside so many times
While you’re trying to learn to live
You’ve got to get taken for everything
To have anything to give
Your signal is receiving
Some days it’s called breathing
I’m remembering your kisses
Our lips raw with love
But the fact that you still make me laugh
Is what I’m most proud of
You learn to be astonished
That’s how you pay your dues
What am I forgetting?
Nothing I’m regretting
I’m still betting
Betting on the muse
What am I forgetting?
Nothing I’m regretting, I’m letting go
What I’m not getting
I’m still betting
Betting on the muse