do you have work tomorrow?
I know a beach not too far
and it’s never too crowded
the forecasts say showers
but they’re often wrong

drink red wine and smoke
and lie in the sun…
then when it gets dark
just take the ferry home

it’s four AM and raining
I’m trying to get some sleep
thinking about my life
and these girls I met on the street

but now it’s time to leave them
and I make my way outside
chasing rainbows in the dirt
seeing shadows in the snow

when I sang my first song
to the river alone
it was like she could hear me calling
she burst out her banks
deprived man of his throne
and signed me a golden letter

when I told my passion
to my very first kiss
she held me hostage for years
it’s hard to admit
that a love such as this
should be my only poison

when I saw myself
in the God up above
I just couldn’t keep writing
this vision it seems
to fit like a glove
and I fear I can never go home