You can't always tame the tiger You can't always keep the change You can't always hear continents colliding under Low count sheets of hot summer rain When I wake up in the morning Sometimes I hear my mother cry The tiny weeps he tries to keep Quiet as a bu*terfly She straightens up and fills my cup With coffee and with cream Just then my Jerome wakes up And he begins to scream You can't always tame the tiger You can't always keep the change You can't always hear continents colliding under Low count sheets of hot summer rain Later on the bus downtown I stare out at the rain The silent streaks of my son's teardrops Sliding down the window pane At my job in the hotel I strip the dirty beds No one leaves nothing behind Except their snakeskin sheds At a time when my world seems wrong My precious son come awake in a song Smiles at my little lullabye And takes tomorrow's hand My precious little man You can't always tame the tiger You can't always keep the change You can't always hear continents colliding under Low count sheets of hot summer rain When I lay down in the evening Sometimes I hear a pistol pop But there's something out there in the night That don't want me to sit up