How do the flowers not wilt in the shadows
Along the lonely paths in the desert
I can see them down there in the cracks of the earth
And I wanted to dive from the plane,
Parachuting into the depths with a safe landing of course

I wanted to sit atop the barren mountain face and have a whiskey with a friend
At a wooden square table
With one of those red and white checkered table clothes
You know the kind, like in the movies

I wanted to crisp the skin a little and get lost in the winter like nights
To be so exhausted all I can do is look up and ponder why does the sky look so bright when it is so dark around me
To wake up the next morning feeling like it'll be my last and than to only see that I have conveniently lost myself next to a pond only yards away

Wouldn't that be grand?