I'm threading through the evening
it's later than I thought
a friend of mine is waiting

for cigarettes I brought

she smiles she seems so tired

so nothing is required

I reach into my pocket

some things she left behind
nothing really happens
in ways I can't define


loose talk of hearts and heads
of sleep in other beds

it's better left unsaid

she says that she is cold

I wish that I could hold

but no,

how can you hold a soul?
you just can't hold a soul
that shines like gold

she shines like gold

I will, I won't, I would

I've said more than I should

she leaves she goes uptown

she may not come back down
she may not come back down
she may not turn around

she may not make a sound
she may not come back down