****** ****** ******
she says
Shaking her head and dropping it to the floor
where a thousand flakes of water fall from her face

But it's just me
he answers
With a sneer grin that turned the faucet
Drowning the drum of her heart beat

5:09 in the morning
I slap the alarm a second time
Guess I best be going
If I plan to catch the 6:09

That's all I seem to do these days
Is travel the salesman's life
But what else can one man do
With three kids and a wife

I hate the life I'm living
Of never being home
I know they love and cherish me
But I still feel so all alone

With the T.V. as my only companion
In this dreary hotel room
Each time I leave a part of me
Knowing I'll be back real soon

The life of a traveling salesman
Is nothing if it's not hard
Most days they barely look at me
As they hold their hand out for my card

I still must brave the days ahead
For the little ones and wife back home
To give to them a better life
Than the one in which I roam

5:09 in the morning
I slap the alarm a second time
Guess I best be going
If I plan to catch the 6:09

The leaves fall,
drifting to the ground
The shadows impend,
embrace and surround

Empty eyes,
staring back at me
I see my reflection,
it's mocking me

It's cold in here,
let me out
I won't run,
erase your doubt

Please,
these chians do weigh
They tether my heart,
so I must stay

I just want to see the light,
glowing orbs in the sky
I just want to feel the stars,
inside my skin tonight

This starlight serenade,
wraps me in its trance
I feel it taking over me,
It forces me to dance

Oh moonlight lover,
so high within the sea of blue
Take these chains from me,
so I may dance with you