I don't know why--but **** tonight And **** this town And **** this guy that I'm becoming And the steel ceilinged sky that never changes, night-to-night
And why, when streets all run together, trickling off to asphalt seas, do nights out wandering get me nowhere? Some elsewhere's where I want to be.
I'll try to eat my plate of crow and try to finish though I'm full with midnight air and half-cocked guesses and a frozen block of messes
Pull it off--that sky-steel-ceiling Grinds a protest Rusting clouds Might flake and rain an oxide winter Flip the page up, one year down.