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