I took one look at the moonlight
I had been filled with guilt and shame
Without even realizing I had turned into water
Without even realizing I turned into rain
I trudged on through the broken lines
Looking for an answer
******* gasoline on your fallen dreams
They will make such a good fire
I trudged on through the broken lines
Picking up answers here and there
Waiting for sunrise
To lift her shirt in the east
So I could feel the horizon
Without knowing I turned into to fire
Burning up in the clouds
Licking up moisture
Betwixt the legs of winter
Looking for some quiet time
Hoping for the better
I trudged on through the broken lines
Digging through grass and the rubble
I saw my name on a cigarette
Half-smoked on my funeral pyre
And I asked if a policeman
If he knew your name
And I asked if he would take me
To a warm night with dreams
In a jail cell
So dry
"I kinda dig it here"
So I tattoed those words
So I could never forget
So I walked behind street cleaners
Feeling like ****
Wondering when sunset would
Break her vows with me

I stayed up all night searching
For a quiet place to sleep
Until I found a place in an empty lot
Far away from city streets
And I woke up in the afternoon
To the sound of heated rain
Falling on a tin roof
Yelling out my name