the salt islands
Theres a lone stone house
down the desert culdesac
a fathers hands made alone
the families names are carved in the cement
where the pine trees stood
its a brand new neighborhood
everything they made
is worn and torn away
theres a swimming hole
down near the gravel pit
people dare to jump in
so you went first
and when i took my turn
you were gone
without a trace or sound
i swam on
pretending i was fine
historys no mystery
where it stop from you to me
there are never words left to explain
and my days turn to nights
and you disappear from sight
and i lost all of your things along the way
theres a truck outside
waiting in the pouring rain
just to drive away
from a mothers tears
shes held on to for years
you'll blow into the night
the rest of your life
to follow through (?)
you have never seen
you have faith and you have hope
that all you've known is not just smoke
that rises up and rolls out through the trees
and they'll lose their leaves
as the seasons pleas
to show the year has died and gone away
long nights
with no starlight
traffic chokes of the west side
radio is singing for you alone
as you leave this world behind
theres a light that shines
down from the empire state
reaches all across town
puts people in
on a spoon made of tin
with the promise of some bread
and an easy death
whatever you could want
whatever you can get
now you know everyone in here
cigarette another beer
but when all the barstools are clear
who will blow your fear
as it draws so near
you turn again away again
and disappear