Dawn he's in a postcard of the dawn, Where the knives of light have left the dark night tattered & torn The firmamental cars on the highway of the stars are doing ninety (for your love) - He's in a corner on the right, the sole survivor of the night - & it's you he's thinking of. And you, you only think of him, dropping him a line 'cos he's got no time to swim They're closing all the doors to his existential shores - they'll leave him naked & alone - & you can't help him now, he's in the waters of the south - sinking like a stone... Running form the snapping jaws, You knows he ain't got time to pause - there's one last door between him & you - look out babe, he'll be coming through (as soon as you admit that you're the cause). Gone, with a squad of crooked creatures - You saw a film of his escape But you hardly recognized his features. His seer's sight had lied about the other side No one was waiting when you arrived. You dared not hesitate - even so, you got there late - Who takes who for one last ride??