I fled the country in early may
I left my heart with Adelay
I traveled the sea through storm and plague
Loneliness and prescription meds
The nights are long, its chills my bones
Tonight I am completely alone
Except the stars, except for the moon
With my entire world inside this room
This present company, Solomon the wise
For whom the bell tolls and slaughter house 5
Stacks and stacks of books, close to the chest
Chesterton was right, as he said it best
He said four is twice two, but two is a thousand time one
You won’t understand it, until you lose the one love
I think about the way, things could have gone down
But I will live in the present, here in this town
I will curse the storm and make my own luck
You can Tell Bernstein and Matthews that I stole Julia’s truck
Just to see the deserts stars in night sky,
The rumble of the beat up engine pushing 65
I don’t plan for the worst, I haven’t the time
We have pressing matters that involve family mart wine
I keep the company of novelist, painters and drunks
Armature philosophers and the Asian punks
Horn players, organist, the Persians and the Jew
Protestants, Catholics, the Rad city crew
It makes sense sometimes, just after dusk
Just after the rain, just for people like us
Sell all that you have, everything that you own
You can’t take it with you to heaven, or out here on the road
Gypsies, tall ships, this is the carnival life
Rooftops, Neon colors and wild nights
The wildest people you’ve ever seen
The brightest colors, the clearest and most vivid dreams
It’s a renaissance a revolution, from everything you know
The most dangerous places, that’s where we’ll go,
Out here it’s a mystery, and it’s the monsoon rain
The only way to travel, is the slow train
Come brother come sister, come friend and foe
Come to the water, weary and broken down souls
All traitors here, Hippocrates and thieves
Killers and Wanderers, swaying from the trees
The land of the golden sun, this breaking of dawn
The freedom from everything you’ve come from
The reinvention, of heart mind and soul
Any day now, I’ll be called home
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