living the song i’ve been trying to sing, with no melody to hide from
put to the wind of reasoning heavens and the thoughtless bribes i took
up in the low-grade teeming hells, moments happening all at once
i give eye to my lonely toes trying to walk, but oh so crooked
dancing days to the glim beat of hope tempered in the strut
the swagger of a full town—settled now in the fog
tuned to the times running on love like its a song
