youthful years, now reduced
when right angles were obtuse
find my path of lost tracks
feathered freight in the caboose
falling sand, hour glass
shades the moon from the cracks
'neath the back porch lies the dog
who howls when sand runs out
whispered winds
don't you lie
and try to save my sins
whispered winds
don't you lie
don't you die
dreary days, losing weight
i call out but cannot say
what is wrong, i'm ok
let's talk the ******* fake
fever chills, alone to face
california king's embrace
i stretch out, all my regrets
and dream of an escape
whispered winds
don't you lie
and try to save my sins
whispered winds
don't you lie
don't you die
