Spin your wheels until they cough
Death's got all its fingers hanging down like broken slats
And tongues that make you sing
Will you drop the act of getting by and pray for shiny things
But you tried to make it better
And I tried to understand
That night we walked across the bridge
I've got time to wait for you
You crossed my mind a time or two
Close your eyes . . . babe
I come home to you calling
And you're waiting by the phone
The black and red passing signs forever pushing on
Soot-colored window sills
Accentuate the distance, darkening the hews
Accents of your inflections
We're starving for the same
Old feelings start and flutter
Like your dress a picture frame
I wish it were as harmless
Could justify the things I do
Each night so I can sleep