From boxcars to cable cars
Those blues licks roll off the fingertips
Of mad men
Fighting with their last chance
For their last chance
Looking up at the skies
And crying out
For one last dance with the devil

Love empties like the sands of time
Fading with the first morning light
Soon to reflect what has not been
To go forth, to go onwards
Into the familiar unknown.

We all need to be loved.
Not by those brilliant flashes of light
But by those with cracks of darkness
It is in those cracks in which we see
ourselves reflected
Distorted by time,
           distance
Reason.
Shrouded by shadows
We are reborn.
We all need to be loved.