Out across the water where the lives I've read about take place and the heavy frowned sun settles down into sin, with each passing light; out there is where he waits.
Patiently holding on for the words I send out between the gas lights and dust clouds, through the stars and empty railroads, abandoned by time and the need for progress.
Old chrome wheels grow rust as I age like the holes in my shoes, waiting to get word of his death or the coming of his second child, born on a July night, jazz playing in the dry heat, glass broken beneath bar stools, and me trying to tell it in words.
Nonconformist, drug addicted snake hidden in the motherless cradle. Not me.
I stay behind the driving seat hiding my eyes, afraid of the wreckage, not wanting to inform the family of the loss. Can't afford to give any more tears to what could of been.
So the sands fade, and the nights do eventually become more than just the black.
But I can't write his name here, he wouldn't want it that way. As long as I remember that trip below the border, in that endless summer, the youth that passed, then this belonging will never leave me.
And he will never be forgotten.
Out across the water, amongst the night, and every last dreamers sleepless eyes.
Patiently holding on for the words I send out between the gas lights and dust clouds, through the stars and empty railroads, abandoned by time and the need for progress.
Old chrome wheels grow rust as I age like the holes in my shoes, waiting to get word of his death or the coming of his second child, born on a July night, jazz playing in the dry heat, glass broken beneath bar stools, and me trying to tell it in words.
Nonconformist, drug addicted snake hidden in the motherless cradle. Not me.
I stay behind the driving seat hiding my eyes, afraid of the wreckage, not wanting to inform the family of the loss. Can't afford to give any more tears to what could of been.
So the sands fade, and the nights do eventually become more than just the black.
But I can't write his name here, he wouldn't want it that way. As long as I remember that trip below the border, in that endless summer, the youth that passed, then this belonging will never leave me.
And he will never be forgotten.
Out across the water, amongst the night, and every last dreamers sleepless eyes.