In the cruel month gray morning. I woke up freezing cold. To possibly start over. Before the day got old. . To my anger in my solitude. I had to say goodbye.
Inside these moments waiting. Beneath the windows of. 'The House of Love'. Like Romeo to Juliet above. . The lights out on the freeway. They lead me back to you.
You say there's nothin' wrong. With the lessons that you're learnin'. The school of the streets. You'll kick next year. Skateboardin' Hollywood and Vine.
I've been out here in this wasteland. Throwing horseshoes at the stars. Nickel, silver, and pearl inlay. On an old guitar for my new life. . For the playwright and the printer.