the night is still
the snowflakes spiral down
in a slow waltz
she dreams of me dead
yes
I going to make
a few changes
in my life
i'm going to
run
run
run
and
i'm going to steal
a white horse
thunder in her hooves
and lanterns for eyes
and a heart of sand
and gallop
past the glue sniffers and junkies
through 9 to 5 prison
through the steel and concrete maze
past the grass needs cutting
the garden fence
and rotting cherry tomatoes
past the paying of overdue bills
the chicken deep fried
O, that wild horse!
we will make that run
like 2 shadows chased by light
and into the drift of stars
we'll fly
Oh, that beautiful horse!
no more sad songs
some people feel free
sitting in a tree with shotgun
killing a deer
a marriage
or themselves
some people think they are free
staring into the black sun
my love looks at me with ghost eyes
and dreams a shallow grave
on a mountain crest
my body chopped
and mixed with grain
no headstone
she dreams of me dead
"roll over, dear,"
i whisper,
"please, turn off the light."