This is the midnight radio one. As music in the moonlit starry night. Beneath this purple haze our common dark. The heavens obscure, starlight travels into infinity.
As I was walking by the muddy river. I was touched by a hand. I was laid over in a strange land. . As I looked to take myself a silver. By the moonlight still lay a-bare.
"Old man, put down your bottle. Go and tidy up your room. The TV is broken, there ain't no food. There ain't no air, only cigarettes". . "And it's time, tell us something".
Turning like a hurricane. Sleep inside this junkyard train. It's cold and I'm loosing my covers. She won't take me any further south. Than Gary Indiana blues.