From under your sheets out into the hall. You sleepwalk through the rooms where you grew up. Out through the porch and the old front doors. Carried by words that you learned when you were small.
Long we were searching these serpentine streets. for the sign of a spark. f***ing around in the dark. long we were held in the throng and the desperate heat of the club.
You'll be a bright light coming out of the dark. All the doctors blinking hard. You'll be lightning coming out of the storm. It's a message, it's a miracle.
the road bends long, like mother's arms. reaching for these four black tires. and through the night, our knuckles tight. we knock off miles and yellow lines.