: Well, it's 3AM again, like it always seems to be Driving northbound, driving homeward, driving wind is driving me. It just seems so funny how I always
: Pictures watch from the sidewalk past poems go flying in the tracks all we ever got left is a pile of things I visit you with nothing burning hidden
: Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine a magazine... Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline So I can see ya soon... Fall swooned Left me
: How the lights will change Coming back into the city Driving homeward slow Shimmer like you do to me We laugh at all those changing trees Autumn
: You were a phonograph, I was a kid I sat with an ear close, just listening I was there when the rain tapped her way down you face You were a miracle
: This house She's holding secrets I got my change behind the bed In a coffee can, I throw my nickels in Just in case I have to leave And I will go
: All the tables nice and clean Evelyn's asleep On the graveyard shift again Selling gasoline And there's kids smoking on south first See high-school
: New York now was nothing but an ice-capade a cigarette, a fire-escape and we walked this line, with dust in our pockets for the Bedford Station line
: I woke you up with poetry and stones The ragged and the bones Strewn around the room I recall another hazy may Take a round in the ring Gone hungry
: last night I dreamed I was brooklyn on my own last night I dreamed I was brooklyn on my own lord I couldn?t see the shadows all in me, I dreamed I
: I've seen boxes Fills up all the things I never told you Still growing And I try though I try though the talking never seems to do it I miss the
: I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me the room filled up with mosquitoes they heard that my body was free and I took the dust of a long
: Where were you when I was still kind Just a water treader Waiting on the line Just a dry gin drinker Master and a hound Turned a circus swinger Look
: train station, I know you all too well tainted in salutation and I?m going back where I belong with the salt and the sea and the stones save them all
: Curse at your captain, and stow me below. Hold me amongst all your cards. Oh we were sea bound, and aimless at best. Clutching to the wheel, and those
: the mist fills, quiet room. san francisco what the hell was all the talkin? round, where is it now, sunny california? I wake with you, I feel your
: Slept high up in the Rockies Set my clock for Californ-i-ey-aye And I dreamed up somethin' special to give that ocean Man, she cuffs me anyway So
: Smoke it flies from whiskey mouths Vagabonds walk this suitcase town Summer left us beckoning The cottonwoods were all worn out Night comes fixing
