Sunday, June 13, 2010


She had skin like an old Bible
There was no hymn for her

Lonely, lonely
born once in a womb
now looking at a tomb for one

Her eyes were like stilled waters
There was no diver

Lonely, lonely
A new day had dawn
but the night already came

I met here in the door way at a bar
she pointed up
that's my sign
Can I be saved?
I'm the wrong one to ask
and we both went in

A man without shadows might promise her the world
but I'm the wrong one to ask

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