Oh, goddamn!
you beautiful Kentucky bastard,
that only shows up in dreams,
why do you do what you do?
Rachel was great,
and California is calling,
but I knew reading you
was thin closets.
Sometimes I wish you knew,
how I keep living for you,
but I have to latch onto
new songs, inspired by new gals.
Because this is the moment
in our lives where we change
or almost die,
come back or figure out what we need.
I am where the middle
of all that sews a cliff
that doesn't want to be me,
but has no choice.