I closed the door and stepped into the city. The city stepped right back to me. There's cracks on every sidewalk of this city. Like licking lips to swallow me.
Tonight. Where do we go from here?. The road through Ruby Falls has reached the end. And now we're digging in the sand. They're promising that help is on the way.
I built a time machine. I'm going to see the homecoming queen. Take her to the Christmas dance. Maybe now I'll get in her pants. Whatever. . Back with my high school friends.
welcome you're under control. and buried like a mole. 1000 feet below. waiting we're all that we've got. our reputation's shot. a 90 story fall. . no one here can make a sound.
Standing on a building. I am a lightning rod. And all these clouds are so familiar. Descending from the mountain tops. The gods are threatening. But I will return an honest soldier.
Here we are inside a novel. Waiting for an end. We don't know the authors of the book. Maybe someone's writing chapters. For us while we sleep. From a million miles away.
Been the crawl of a mountain. Been a link in a chain. I've been scolded for stealing. I've been told to behave. . I've been reading the forecast. Something's coming this way.
As I fall asleep, to black and white TV. If I float away, in my recurring dream. Each winter dreams, electricity. And there are words to say. And there are songs to sing.