Steam ghost
The ghosts of leftover heat cling to the nets on her silk lined legs
She tries humility, but everything she’s wearing comes from Rags
And all the men in their cardboarded suits
Empty hands to her they impute
But she, on her Yellow Brick way
Won’t peek a blind she just looks away
Oh, how tall she stands amongst them all
Down her red carpet, how they wait for her to fall
Oh, Baby
‘Round her finger she has me
And she doesn’t even know it
Why won’t she submit
Down the howling streets where the light don’t sleep, restless, I try not to fight it
And a thousand faces they pass me by in the quick blink of an eye
You can see the night women dangle rabbits feet asking you to pay for their lies
But no, I’d rather pass them by
Not loveless love I‘d idle my time
And it all just makes me realize, so dear
That my baby’s not here
Her card, the Queen of hearts
Howls throughout the night in spades
Her poker face, carved so deep
Oh, she slowly abates
Perched on my stoop, she gets so close, sings beautifully
But when reaching my hand out, she flys away mysteriously
And when bringing his name up
She leaves without an apology
She’s afraid to begin
And she’s still thinking of him
Hiding in a place we’ve all been
Oh, how can I win?
Still I hypothesize
About moving it on
Just like Louis, oh the Sun King
But there’s a hole in my wings
Inside of Hell’s Kitchen, she gins for me a glass of ***
I offered her some, she looked at me and told me “no,” I said “how come?”
“I don’t drink, and nor should you,” she preaches to me as if she really knows
Oh, the “wisdom” of a young crow
She leaves for me a silver heart shaped lock
With no picture, it’s her reminder, there’s no fee for the finder
Like the cars that pass the alley
She’s always there, and always gone
But these visions of that girl
They make them all seem so wrong
Miss Understood has died, they found her all alone by the riverside
A note crumpled in her hand had read, it said no one could hope to understand
The sound of the silent night, it just left me feeling kind of crucified and I’m not too sure why
And, oh, how the way the pavement rolls
Leaves a dozen cracks in my fragile bones
And I prayed to God to please have them sewn
Without her I’m not sure where I’ll go
Just a brown dirt cowboy on a stone cold road
Watching them dig graves in the town of Sodam and Gemorra
And these visions of my baby who’s now long gone
And these visions of my girl
It’s always been for her
Inspired by Visions of Johanna