Embracing solitude in the blackest night
I released a sigh that lasted eternally
While the souls that slouched on bent bench
A cigarette unlit with no lighter
Peaked their head up the south side street
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With their heavy pearls around their neck
Bending their backs, spending their stacks
Listen deeply to a blue hallow echo
Of a car with no wheels
Yet still on the street
While I lay round' my bed
Oh lying alone in that lonesome tomb
I pondered the aftermath of our country's math
And lied out loud that I'd never love again
Ancient are these blues
From the hills of Colorado
To the hole in the wall
Near the edge of San Antonio
Drinking near to death
I remembered the quickness of wit
From the one born in 93'
But I read it too fast
And ran fast away
Knowing that the riddle of the machine
Is a trick just like the diamond glinting
A man whistled lustily next to the souls in wait
Saying he had to change his ways,
Strive to be different
But I heard in his pocket the jingle of change
And I knew he was going to the track
Getting ready for the day's next meat
I laughed to myself
Curious of his ways and his sins
I forgave him just like I forgive myself most of the time
Caught the tune he was whistling blue
And released my feet on the open street