summer heat through the porch screen
like time through my lungs
i am overcome, with your memory
there's a stain on my hands
of gasoline and sand,
and night comes again without asking
like a train car running off the tracks,
you can run behind, but you cannot get it back...
change comes like the splitting of wood
like the plow blade turns the soil on the ground
and the change comes like it should
you gotta die before you live
something's gotta give for you to find
what comes after
spare change in my pocket
falling from my jeans
you are fading from my dreams
with each sunrise
hot water screaming
over the silence in my house
will someone get me out of this meltdown?
And the change comes like the splitting of the wood,
Like the plow blade turns the soil on the ground
And the change comes like it should
You gotta die before you live,
something's gotta give for me to find...what comes after
write the words, memorize the frame
it's so bittersweet, to leave you again
i left houston on a sunday
and i just can't explain
feels like a drug in my veins
all this changing, all this changing...