Daniel said traveling risky. But the money awful good. When I get back we can finally. Get ahead sure we could. He left the fifth of December. Took our oldest boy Ben.
The dust settles after a hit and run. Bewildered by the damage done. I don't know why we chose the roads we travel. Or how a life could get so unraveled.
Miranda works the late night counter. In a joint called Betty's Diner. Chrome and checkered tablecloths. One steamy windowpane. . She got the job that shaky fall.
Here I am without a message. Here I stand with empty hands. Just a spirit tired of wandering like a stranger in this land. Walking wide eyed through this world is the only way I've known.