That road moving on west from here
Like the pending doom of a rattle snake and dear
I am tired
The keen lil' neons
Mad blinking lights messing up
My high earned focus, oh my
They starved to death
Now out
They are out
The night-watch lost his way through my mind
Oh my he IS lost
I better tell him to sod off
Before sleeping off that
Lowdown Blues which
Got to my heart with
The night-watch’s day cough
At least he said Good Night
Before starving to life