Amen.....
down on Main Street...

Somewhere in the distance is me;
hello to a memory; goodbye to history...

Bygone days....
I've seen other ways...

In your soul....,
where do we walk in the cold...

I could lay down,
watch the clouds fall...

I could cry because I could die,
why should I? why shouldn't I...

I'll die when......,
black gems in the sky don't shine for the night...

Ember-
what could I forget by the campfire...

Gone in the wind,
Corinthian in the fall...

These words are written in smoke;
ink written from my bone marrows...

I figured out the pieces of me through all of...
through all of the signs I've missed...

Memories come to me like a ghost;
finding my way home through Skid Row...