Outside Time

Maybe it's because I'm from a slightly ridiculous country
and everyone's so proud of where
they were born-slightly accidentally-
that I feel I have no face, I have no place,
I have no race

When were you born? How guilty
are you of letting time roll under you?
When will I be….  When will I be….
Am I already ridiculous?

Am I supposed to be hip, or try to be
up to the minute?
Better to be outside time than to be
crucified by it

Outside time, out of my mind
Out of the skin I was born in
Outside time, out of my mind
Out of the skin I was born in

Who's in control,
manipulating these elements?
Sometimes you think it's just
improvisations and accidents
A series of next moments, like dots
in a painting by Seurat
The moment's in there someplace, it's
the next moment of your death

Outside time, is it a line
Is it a knot or a network?
Outside time, is it the last
Is it the first moment on earth?

I used to be the kind of man
that would laugh at a man like me

This preoccupation with where and when
you happened to be born-
it's too humiliating
It's better to be outside time

Outside time, out of my mind
Out of the skin I was born in
Outside time, out of my mind
Out of the skin I was born in