Awaken from your slumber. And get up for the train. You were caught at the station. And waiting for the rain. . Well, I call and you answer. And I answer you again.
Carrying your ashes from bar to bar. I'm in a mess and you're in a mason jar. With you under my arm like a football. I'm not ready to let go and that is all.
In a fluid notion give away your best. Make a forward motion and in the heat undress. Nearly forty hours it's a living death. If we could only catch our breath.