Pacing the cage I've proven who I am so many times The magnetic strip's worn thin And each time I was someone else And every one was taken in Hours chatter in high places Stir up eddies in the dust of rage Set me to pacing the cage I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing He knows what February is, what it is to pace the cage of a Canadian winter with that endless dream of summer railing against the cold, the … There is a haunting beauty in his lyrics that offer hope even as he watches himself “Pacing the Cage.” Set me to pacing the cage. Set me to pacing the cage. Pacing the cage is the last thing I want to be doing. All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing It's as if the thing were written In the constitution of the age Sooner or later you'll wind up Pacing the cage Sometimes the … Make out what it's pointing toward Sometimes you feel like you've lived too long Days drip slowly on the page You catch yourself Pacing the cage I've proven who I am so many times The magnetic strip's worn thin And each time I was someone else And every one was taken in Hours chatter in high places Stir up eddies in the dust of rage Set me to pacing the cage I never knew what you all wanted … Beach House on the Moon is the twenty-third studio album by American singer-songwriter Jimmy Buffett and was released on May 24, 1999. BRUCE COCKBURN: Thank you. Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons! I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything. All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing It's as if the thing were written In the constitution of the age Sooner or later you'll wind up Pacing the cage Sometimes the … Pacing the streets turned out to be his inspiration. It is his second and last studio album released on Island Records and the last release of Margaritaville Records. It reached #8 on the Billboard 200 chart. Pacing the cage I've proven who I am so many times The magnetic strip's worn thin And each time I was someone else And every one was taken in Hours chatter in high places Stir up eddies in the dust of rage Set me to pacing the cage I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing He is a lover in a dangerous time wishing I was there “on the coldest night of the year” and he is a lion pacing the cage. Yet, neither does pacing the streets, in the manner of Dickens, appeal to me much. Being so close to Christmas, though, Edinburgh is especially pretty under darkness. But the–no, I wrote that song and a song called Night Train almost at the same time. I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything. PAUL JAY: Because Pacing the Cage is a wonderful song. Not in this cold. Pacing the cage I've proven who I am so many times The magnetic strip's worn thin And each time I was someone else And every one was taken in Hours chatter in high places Stir up eddies in the dust of rage Set me to pacing the cage I never knew what you all wanted So I gave you everything All that I could pillage All the spells that I could sing ~ by Bruce Cockburn, Pacing the Cage To anyone out there feeling stuck, Canadian singer and songwriter, Bruce Cockburn, speaks to the darkness.