Heat

When the summer days
take their toll
But you're already
on a roll

Walking down the street
Nothing on my mind
You pull me with you
A trip to unwind
You'll push me away
When you need me the most
Trying to see through
Your madman's ghost
Always so strung out--
Wrung out and hung out to dry
Obviously that happened
Didn't even have to try
Blackened eyes
Tell of sleepless nights
Yet you insist to resist
With all your might
All the imperfections
In your glass ball
One day you'll smash it
Up against the wall
Your ship is sinking
It's sinking fast
You gotta hold on
And make it last
Desolate highways of your mind
We're rolling towards the end
How or why I don't know
It's just around that bend
(12-25-97)

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