a gentle rain on a warm night
hits the glass as I drive by
the distant lights of a town's eye

that pulls on me inside

how I wish words I could say

to bring this all to better days
beyond beauty's grace
beyond this age


the more you tire the more you can't sit


the more you bleed the more you get hit
will anybody arise to save you
when the man arrives to claim you?

when the debt comes due?

how I wish words I could say

to bring this all to better days
beyond beauty's grace
beyond this age


beyond this age