Pull the shades on the window tight
Try to block out the vacancy light
Dreams will be dressed in red tonight
If they even come at all
Outside is an empty street
A sacrament road poets eat
The window wound won’t allow no sleeping
Between the plaster walls
Wipe the steam from the motel mirror
Try and see the world more clearly
Gypsy dreams don’t disappear
Just because you are awake
There’s a broken bottle on the double-white line
Of a lonely stretch of east Texas pine
It reflects the way that my eyes are trying
Not to let my heart break
There’s holes in love and poetry
Some are deep enough to leave
Room enough for you to breathe
Yourself into their soul
The sun is high the sky it seems
Lies lazily while lover’s dreams
Stitch green and blue horizon seams
In worlds I cannot walk in
But from these roads that my feet can feel
I see their stars dance a light quadrille
'Round places where the darkness kneels
I hear the angels talking
I told you once by the river's light
That you hold my heart and I knew you might
Feel the way you do but that’s alright
You face it full or fold
So wipe them silver tears away
I love you still and that's OK
'Cause lions are like feelings babe
They cannot be controlled
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