Well you know… I watch the way that you flow.
Moving around in a circle to pull at your beard
with the moon in her light.
Then you sit. Pull out a new cigarette.
Fire in your hand then you stand and you say that the
time got away so good night.
Then you go. Why?
I want to crumple by your side.
Follow you down to the stream where you go
when you go to just be there alone.
Are we home?
Through a screen…. lost in your own world of green.
I want to know what you mean when you say that you can’t
find a way to pull through.
Turn your eyes. So you won’t look at one little lie?
Running away like the words that I say were the
problem and nothing’s on you.
Then you go. Why?
I want to crumple by your side.
Follow you down to the stream where you go
when you go just to be there alone.
Are we home?
