There is nothing more than the lights of this town left in this night
The most beautiful thing about it is that none of the lights are blue

Nothing flashes blue
Witless neon stands subdued
Hidden like a silent *****

Just when you think you're in the eye
The storm comes out of the blue.

Now that February days leave sweat on a          
    glass
Weather mixes me up
Like a stiff drink
Let the ice melt
Let the ring on the table condensate
And condescend me
Plain as a paper towel
Just read in between the vowels

Jeff said
I wish I was dirt
I'd wait on the spills and the the cigarette butts
Doubt very much it would hurt
From the bounce of the glass
Or the filter, for better or worse

He said it's easy to soak up stories
If you're laying on the ground

And he said
No clocks or unrequited work
It'd just be me, I'm the dirt
I let you walk all over me anyway
So let me enjoy it