it's getting darker and
solitude is beginning to bear its weightonthings
longing for that caressing handshake
as my mouth is open wide
shouting at your persistence
and there is no more
it is only quiet in here
for now it is time to sleep
for good in this ccaughin(coffin) ghost townn
because the crooks don't like it
when you make it loudin the night
it's hard enough for them to sleep
well be good to the kind one
that winks in your presence for they hold
the key to something far more valuable
than gold as the needle breaks
from 5 points westhe letter says
to keep your eyes peeled ont he odometer
as it rings with prayers of sound piece of mind
the least of whichcould not compare
by for this is too much
of a load for one to bear
as we are not divided in(2)pairs
and there is no moneyfor the rest of us