strange and even stranger how it gets to be the same doing a thing gets to be where I don't mind at all candle light on the table and the faces in the frame dust and shadows and the clock up on the wall
in the diners and cafes in the bars waiting for a thing to change some other heaven sometime today waiting on nature to take a thing away
people spread out all around and whatever put them there get up again tomorrow and make everything alright someone else's hometown in a room somewhere color of whiskey changing in the light
when the memories flood my brain no use trying to stop a train and the perfume left behind waiting on nature somewhere in my mind
what kind of fool what kind of heart would even care to break what mouth would open when there's no name to call the wind hits the water and the water starts to shake can't make out the words of voices down the hall
there's a rumbling in a thunder cloud I'm in the truck talking out loud the sun rises again somehow waiting on nature or whatever happens now