telling tales of abandoned buildings
in the rain
places we'll never own
memories we'll never know.
we scuttle under floors
and question the meaning of rail lines
you tell me about places you got to get off
or the rail men'il get ya.
i only remember that one is in
dallas
as i shuffle over cliff faces
and question the authority of private property
my hands are muddy from going on all fours
under the bushes.
i missed you this weekend
like i been miss'n you my whole life.
but that don't stop the sun from shining
or me from rambl'n
or it from setting.
ever since that fire, those stars
and that kiss in michigan in '02.
playing life by ear under bridges
and across city canopies.
i imagine you doing the same across plains
riding your harley
through the midwest.
