We asked for it,
Driving in, staking claim,
The railroad progresses relentlessly
In Your dream its you
Bobbing on the tracks, looking out the window,
Watching the living live.
Out here the sun glances towards me
While curious flowers feel me pass by.
Lavender clouds stare while they pass overehead,
As the man on the corner tries to sell me on love.
When a dream makes me feel the same,
Shadowing time, clinging to its skin
With teeth tearing at its fabric
Pulling me past the flowers
Dragging me in putrid mud,
All the while I stroke the barrel
Of the gun that smokes
While I sleep, keeping me alive
Waking me with its humble song
Around the summits of a dream once known.