Hey, Mr. Stone Man, what’s eating you?
You haven’t looked this way in a while
Something she said, under the skin
Under your eyes, something she sinned
Burned from the bed, sleeps in the mind
There’s a four-letter word for my one regret
It’s the knee-jerk punchline to your epitaph
It took our time, it washed it away
Road sleeper
Hey man, how’s it feel to get over it?
It’s barely been an hour now
Things to forget, so hard to define
Pierced through the skin, lit up the mind
She fell to the floor, and rolled in the pain
Your Rorschach mask of innocent blood
Fell on my eyes without a word
As anguish on the face of a saint
Nailed to your cross with the teeth of the flies
Who were lucky enough to look into your eyes
But your sugar tooth smile sped the decay
Road sleeper
Look, Mr. Stone Man eroded fast
Barely even grains of sand
She ran out of wordsâ€"grabbed for more time
Out of his arms, and out of all minds
She rolls out of town in her bruise-violet car
Four months of pain in the August heat
Burned from the mind, unable to bleed
Hungover from the binge of a year
That three-word phrase that I most regret
Was the Judas-kiss sky to her black sunset
But next week’s sun is rising already
Road sleeper