I think you told a lie today
about the shadow on your mind.
I think you plan to die today,
and leave these follies far behind.

I wish you would write me a song,
and ink the truth within its verse.
Happy or sad, it's fine, so long
as this does not end in a hearse.

The sage & the joshua tree remind me
Of the miles to go, the journey that I’m on
In the sweet air of the desert
Wait for me, one more night ‘til I get home

It's not a show
It's not a club
It's not a desire or a desired outcome
It's nothing really
It's just humanity
Suffering under the effects of this self provoked curse we call time