a town of disrespect. the trains are wrecked. the night is younger than us. and nowhere is anywhere else. you sleep to yourself. stirring the dregs. where I have laid. the exit signs are flashing. dead ends they won't. come to life anymore. well I pledged the rest. I should have guessed. your love was hangin by threads. tongues tied under the moon. your love is a room. of broken bottles and tangled webs. the miser's wild. them eyes like clocks. that cock their gears. on and on. and if it's meant some accident. or some coincidence. crumbs fall out of the sky. as you wander by. the dust clouds roam. nobody's home. so lay my bags upon. all the funeral fire. and sing it again.