Had a thought that consumed a good for bad. I can reckon I can never beat the wheel. There's a white tap stealing a nightmare. Shadows laughing and making deals.
There's a loving walks of mine. Around the blues of a midnight rain. There's a love without fighting. There's a love without pain. There's a love without question.
There is a slowness on the throttle. Possibility at hand. Painted out of a corner. Brakes to bind the strands. . To decide within the bar store. Overshadows feeding in the lurch.
It's a full throttle train, an existential bane. It's only grays and blues when nothing else matters. It takes a strong will to keep it caged and still.
Written about to death. Around for another breath. The cops will run. The masses will flow. Killed by consolidation. Killed by saturation. The underground will correct.
Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse. Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse. Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse. Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse.
Hell untold is the price paid down on living. Tears have changed the way the days unfold. . There's a gulf that flows between. And the sea was wearing down.
Going for broke in a film noir smile. Know it's hard to your easy start. You don't let the clicks or injustice get you down. There's more to find than what you pick up.
Memories of Crescent City. Wednesday nights at the Rock-n-Bowl. On the bandstand there is Snooks and guitar. Pure gasoline for the soul. . Take me back to the Mound City.
My mind's made up to pacing across the floor. No point in staying if we're not saying war. I don't mind hanging around. Whatever now and what else can I do?.
Smoke fills the dreams of the live gone lonely. Wait in line, pay the man you might see. John Barleycorn make his way among the dirty diamonds. . Shared ground and common radar.
So much promise with so much pain. Surveying eyes overloaded again. No signs to follow and the road is dark. . 16 miles out of Denver was slow. 2000 markers more to go.
I took a night shift, another nickel on the dime. Try to play it straight and make it different this time. Still waiting to meet the next ex-wife. It's either watching these gauges for Monsanto.