You say to me things should soon be alright. I get so scared if I don't get out at night. The questions real. The answer so false. I just can't cope no more with this rate of pulse.
I can feel it in the darkness. Getting closer in the night. Like a sacred song you linger on. You give me the wings of flight. . And I love your sense of power.
Running them off the highway. Running them off the rail. Running their babies into cold black water. Just me and my stash and my scale. . Filling the tank over flowing.
I went back to Ohio. But my city was gone. There was no train station. There was no downtown. South Howard had disappeared. All my favorite places. My city had been pulled down.