Backwards, blood words, bedlam and back, all the sigils we let stack. Dream coats, speedboats, manifest hopes, make me something solid that floats. Tired and wild and all intertwined, there are so many ways to be kind. Flotsam, jetsam, stones thrown at night, it all washes up with the tide. So I wait and watch the ripples roll in. I’d take that bet. Never written a love song I didn’t regret. But I leave a believer! Star feature! A real scene stealer, a splendor! Undevastator! Shining ascender! A real hum-dinger! A god damn sign! The first man flew down, asked for a light (that’s a sign!) so I asked for enlightened advice. He said it’s vaudeville, so make it mythical! Flotsam, jetsam, secrets you hide. It all washes up with the tide. And the sign said “hi, we’re happy to help.” Next year just said: “here to help”. And the next year the sign disappeared, so you help yrself. Star feature! A real scene stealer, a splendor! Undevastator! Shining ascender! A real hum-dinger, a god damn sign! So I wait and watch the ripples roll in. I’d take that bet. Never written a love song I didn’t regret. Stay and watch his solemn smoke rings, he shakes his head; “so you haven’t really written a love song yet”