Standing in the alleyway,
Telling my tale to cement walls
And a green plastic confessional.Blue lights blind the rats,
Jungle cats stalking the skies,
Turn back the tires,
Reverse this ride,
Take me home.Would you believe me if i told you?
But no, it’s too late for auburn dreams of October.Pale moonlight fills my cup,
It drains the walls, the ground.
Carry me up through the clouds,
Rain me down on your black slate roof.
