Why aren't you here? It's almost 4 a.m.. I finished up all of your beer, now I'm startin' on your gin. I went through your diary, flipped through your phone book.
Well the road maps of West Texas never gave me good advice. The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now I lay awake at night. Just wondering where the rest is so I hit that iron gate.
To dream as if lovers of the ultra-familiar. Hover above her as she's checking you out. Wander around her but never sleep with her. Watch her though windows as she pours herself out.
We meet on the elevator. In the Grand Theater. I look you in the eye and say. "I'd like to see you later". But you don't understand. . I take you the Tate Museum.
I'm lookin' out my window. Well, all that I can tell is. That's you over there. In the dance class. . I'm peekin' out a window now. It's late, gettin' dark out.
Please hold on while the train is moving. Well you better hold tight 'cause it's really moving. Though it's night, it's hot. And the fingertips know what the brain does not.
By the time you leave. I'll be saving all my green. For a homebound train to carry me. On old familiar steam. . I wish you'd hurry up. And leave or come around.
I was in a real bad way. When you turned the power on. And you made me feel for all the world. Like I was the king of all the world. . I was on a window ledge.
Last night I dreamt of you, Abbie Hoffman peddling your books. I gave five bucks to you, the other kids just gave you dirty looks. I said, "I'm sorry it didn't work out quite the way you planned".
I might have wound up in L.A. panning for gold. Found me a woman to warm up with when the water got cold. But I heard that there ain't no gold there. There's just line upon line of cocaine.
There was a fine rain.. There was a red wine.. There was a long whistle;. It was a good sign.. . There was a band playin'. Somewhere off-screen.. There was a girl sayin',.
I watch, as it stops for a girl. A moment, elaborate and weak. I am easy in her midst. Why elaborate, when there's no need to?. . But I do, all night.
When you were just a little girl in pine bluff. Daddy disappeared without a trace. Now there's no more little girls in pine bluff. They all ran like tears out of this place.