The night comes like a dog. Licking at your paws.. The bruises from the night. That you don't want to know.. A left hook and the right. Can be stitched where no one knows..
The road we walk is glitter and gold. Some may be a friend and some may be a foe. If I'm coming from the cold, could you be my road. . May you be my road, may you be my road.
You hear the knock on your door. That's the man asking for more. Coming like a steam train. Something to ease the pain. . And when the world starts calming down.