The horizon
Snapped like a beer bottle cap
And Amy cried
As Tommy sailed away

There's not much to say
When young love runs
Fast and free for another sun
Leaving the past a mere memory

Bullets are his companions
Cigarettes his commodities
Seashells litter the naked seashore aflame
Burning as he strolls the beach
Drinking the pain away

Amy takes the terror of acceptance
Like a shot of ****** to the vein
Saving her dreams for the afterlife
Leaning on her grandmother's walking-cane

Ten years and three hours
The ***** orders them whiskey sours
Over a two-disc static juke-box
She grins, wrinkling her pock marks

Amy says the longest yard
Is the one that has no end
Tommy sells his passport for a paper and pen
And writers a letter with no return address

Two children: one his, another another's
They grow up believing they are brother's
Tommy bites his nails casually as he ducks for cover
Wondering who'll catch the next bullet in their stubble

Kindergarten, prom, college, and then some
The boys are never told what's secretly known
Underneath the tranquil sun
Egrets and doves fly through the smoke of guns

Never tire, the length is long in the mire
Care for all and leave yourself in the spire
The road never ends, only life
So take your stripes and tie the wire

Tommy takes one in the head over a bad card game
Amy saves his letters never forgetting they came
Husband number two supports but is of no rapport
The boys are left out in the rain, but never the storm