The night has a thousand eyes and ears. The rain tends to wash away my fears. It's not been long but it seems like years. And now you're here. Brush away my tears.
I painted my name on a bridge today. In black and white and red and grey. You know it's really not far away. From the banks of the river. Where the president used to play.
This is as close as you and I ever get to the ocean. My third story bedroom window. Overlooking this rain-drenched night. You breathe and I recall the power of trains.
Your paint dries, the canvas smiles. With two eyes you lift yourself up. Stroke your skin; there are teeth marks to be sure. Maybe we're best close to the ground.
Maybe you can tell my why i'm prone to wander. i'm like a gypsy to the bone. every time i hear the rain amid the thunder. i want to run outside and shed my clothes.