you will never know how i let you slip through my....... maybe it will come to blows there's nothing to understand.
all the time you drift along too high, too afraid to come down shadow riding, you fall the elongated light makes you topple down
the transistor radio a makeshift bookshelf a photograph of a girl buried in sand up to the neck, wearing sunglasses, smiling you whisk yourself away in a cab down broadway
the cab went round a corner each step from the kerb unmeasurable by a sextant the face of a constellation connecting the dots with lines to make your memory
all the time you drift along too high, too afraid to come down shadow riding, you fall the elongated light makes you topple down