when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…

the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar

panic is my dance partner and

race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish

peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons