I've got 3 dollars left,
And I'm trying to feel better.
I've got 300 miles,
And my head's in the nether.
These mountains are glorious,
Yellow, green and true.
Yet, I haven't gotten high enough;
To see over you.
There's a ghost in my body,
It haunts me every day.
But not the way your lips lied,
melted words, cried.
In struggle, I try;
To come to terms with the swells in my eyes.
It's not from the highway haze,
Or the sun's fierce gaze.
It's how I stumble,
Just to get lost in loves maze.