Too Soon....

I'll collect tears from the microphone and

kick your shoes through the dream,

I'll kiss the breeze on my tongue, taste the air,

feeling a little less than fine

but totally complete with the piano backbone...

I'm damned, so damned with your sad sad eyes on me

and I'm damned; I'll try I'll try with fortune in my pocket,

So catch my heart, my hands... don't gamble me away,

Don't go away

I'll pray and pray and read my bible 'till it's tired 

and then I'll write and drink,

I'll smoke and think and

I'll howl with the wind at the moon

and at the friends who leave too soon...

I'll howl at my icy chest....

I'll howl....