Lonely winters which burned on my fireplace
Storms that burned blindly like Kafka's books
Settled for the homeless and calm fog that roamed upstate
My car flew by and the heartache got its come-uppance in adventure

I did not know her sadness
I cried and wailed, slightly amiss
Like a man in bad company who is blind
Now my heart looks for an escape

The broken chromebird flew on 52nd
The solar kings and lunar queens played on the kingdom of heaven
My reign ended when I lost the clouds
As I stared into an abyss of forever whilst looking for summer

My words died soon
With the clouds of doubt and foggy memory
In it submerged was a polished car
I kicked the tire as I wallowed in the mire again

The skies looked starless
I sculpted the moon with a clasp-knife
I felt the power of time
You told me to take back my share of loneliness and heartbreak

The soul felt it was light as bees
As it was relieved and alive
Looking into a relief of hellish rocks and whorling heights
Periodic clouds cleared the doubts as I abseiled blind

I sped the highway and hungered for adventure
With a broken down car
I once called a floating river
Periodic clouds on the outskirts hustled and bustled