a gentle rain on a warm night hits the glass as I drive by the distant lights of a town's eye that pulls on me inside
how I wish words I could say to bring this all to better days beyond beauty's grace beyond this age
the more you tire the more you can't sit the more you bleed the more you get hit will anybody arise to save you when the man arrives to claim you? when the debt comes due?
how I wish words I could say to bring this all to better days beyond beauty's grace beyond this age