Song

I'm an underrated showboat taster

from the iconic midwest circus shows.

I leave the light on every time

because it's colder in the sunwashed snow. 

I can't believe you left me 

all tied up in this mess.

But I believe that somewhere

exists a leaving-place for rest.

If you believe in iron dreams

blowing you apart at your denim seams,

then keep me in your phonebook,

and I will make you take a good long look

at the people you have known and lost 

that cover you in webs of loss.

They seldom hear your front-door screams

but I can let the warm air in.

If you were more than just a liar

that crept upon the midnight air,

I'd sling up my guitar and listen

to the streams that grace your willow hair.

But I'm a traveler out of touch

and you don't understand me much

so I'm off to draw you in the stars

and constellate the passing cars

into reflections of your moonlit soul

that made me stop my journey home.

Now I see you, from time to time

Watching the rolling route number signs

and I am still in love with how

you sparkle and dance to a cricket's sound.

Your image keeps the road a blur,

the tears become so insular,

And even though I couldn't come through

I am never far from you.