lost boy crying to a crescent moon
awake in the night of pain
he looks down to a world that’s drowned
in an all pervading rain

and the stars
drive him insane

he looked close at the western coast
to try to find a hope
in the sun
but mere hope is just a way to cope
now he knows that
more than anyone

nothing blinds
quite like the sun

he spun his wheels into the fall of day
to remain in the dark for a while
searched the shade for a savory place
to gaze at the painful face of the night

and the rain
fell from the stars

and i'm doped up every night
so i can stumble my way
through the dawn
and laugh loud,
while i kiss the ground
the drooling dew spits in my eye

and it says
don’t you know the time?

well, forget the clock
and the faces that mock
and the lock in the socket of my mind
turn the key
for a speeding spree
down the streets toward a free mirage

the oasis fades
like a god

-

what awaits after the spotlights shot
is a certain singe-ing of the nerves
tangled trembling in bloody drying into sharp scars they bite and gnaw slowly twisting and convulsing

and this tickles you when you get your milk
or go to the spa
drive your car
it keeps you raw

and your brains like the cold cuts
and it doesn’t get warmer but you season it

and it’s only now that u wish the rats would come carnivorously
and with teeth reason with it

what remains when the spotlights shot
is a stage made empty by the dark
an empty auditorium where your own echos are the only ghosts and the lost souls you so thought you’d find even they
we’re poisoned by a wine called divine

and you hear the clock ticking but you can’t tell the time
and you feel out your mask and say "this ain’t mine"
and it’s not and the spot shines and you look at your feet
defeat defeat
shine on rain on
defeat defeat
muddied in clots of conceit

-

the desert eyes turned up
to the dry sky
wait for stars in the daylight,
the sulking sand
in your trembling hands
slivers through your fingers to freedom

despair melts in
the desert air

despair coughs
and begs me water

despair chokes on
its sandpaper throat

i hand it a sliver of rain.

refrain, refrain

refrain, refrain

refrain, refrain

calls the sky to the rain.