She wears her red high heels.
   Dance, your hands love that woman,
   always swaying to her siren song.
   Go home at dawn and climb in bed
   with the owner of your heart and
   hold her flesh and blood to you.

If I could be remembered for
the rest of time we have on Earth
I would never be a savior nailed
onto billions of walls in rooms on
a plastic crucifix. I'd be a simple
man with a message of import
that seems to always be lost in
time. Treat others as you would
like to be treated. Protect the
weak from cruel monsters.

******'s sin is mine alone.
  She never understood her power.
  She wanted innocent flirtation
  while I desired her perfect flower.

  Her mother died to save her
  but just saved me instead.
  I brought her to my bed for comfort,
  that night we finally bled.

  ****** floats wild on the wind.
  Her cheap perfume keeps me hard.
  She died birthing our sin.
  She had to deal the final card.

Your gold hair is a halo in the
     heat lightening of our summers
     growing closer to kisses and touch.
     Our gravity was lost. You drifted
     into other orbits. I heard things.
     I saw tracks on your arms and your
     bones turning tricks on the Strip.
     You still have a halo in midnight
     neon.  I stare from my bar stool
     as you pass in the night searching.
     We're both lost together, just
     lost souls in different places.

Truth reveals itself near midnight
when I swim in deep pools of wine.
I'm lost. My family died in my depths.
I need shallows to hide in.
I need a goddess named Georgine
to help me find my North Star.
I'll sail back home and find my
broken life and fix it best I can.

I'm a cowboy who's run out of time.
  My world is almost all fenced in.
  I'll be a wild west show pretty soon.
  Towns will be cities and trains will
  **** cowboys and Indians and Bison.
  Bury our hearts at wounded knee.

When you're too old for dreams
and your eyes only look back to
when anything was possible do
you go gentle or fight darkness?