It's dusk, y'know?. It's a purple sky, cold air, woodsmoke, pinestraw smell. I really like you, can we play tomorrow?. I really like you, can we play tomorrow?.
View, a different view. I'm quite through. Think I'll go outside and run around. 'Til I fall down. . But my feet are bound. But I look around me. Tall shadows whisper.
It's where I am, it's where I go. When I need to be alone. Or find someone. . I'll sift sand and souls. And telephone poles. Stretched on this lonely stretch of road.