The words flow decisions made
Idea's mine but the inspiration not
Dreams of hangers-on dreams of getting well
Spells of esmeralda amarose fortold

Splinters in the eye sentiments remain
Bones are never asked where are we going to
It was never up to me
And yet I pushed until it broke

I love the open road
And all that it suggests wheelwagon dust
Weeds and infidelities
And always swore our love
Never questioned why in a wooden house
Immovable and silent
And drinking strawberry wine
Forever lost in town

And through the sleeping streets
Nightbound and heavy wheels in a spoke
Just a spoken foreign sound

Know my gates are high
My friends even higher forgotten in my mind
Yet the scars still lingering
Cloud the blue skies
I'm jealous of you birds was the only truth
In a world full of words

Hear the prairie sound
In a friend called Neil
The heart is pointed down
But my spirit pointed up his voice the siren
Of greek mythology i pause with my pen
I begin to defend every action taken
Every moment sealed when i was quick
It coursed through open veins
The will to live the urgency to move
Behind a panel door sealing cherry stain
I played my guitar
And lived those lonesome notes

Like a dog that's down
In a corner just aside waiting to be called
Waiting to be yours ghosts of a machine
Without purpose or will

I'll often speak of you
But the you was always me
Cause when i speak of me
It's me I ask of you
So let there be no truth
Just trickery in rhymes time the only thing
Waiting still is death

I hope for resolution
Pray one defining moment
Pause without restraint barren without child
A child is who I was a child is who I'll die
A child is who I'll die

Soot in my hair and stars in my hands
Soot in my hair and stars in my hands
Soot in my hair and stars in my hands