the sun is snaking it’s shiny self
up over these trees beam by beam
its light’s reaching me
it’s an unwelcome spy

one half-opened eye watches the clock creep
watches shadows sleep
long-side me again
night is like a long lost Lover
rediscovering.

It’s a twitch it’s a groan
my body’s displeased
I’ve been awake for far too long
it’s sending me a complaint up and down my spine
I send a message back down the line
this is no fault of mine
this is no fault of mine

it’s three long months of travel and dust
it’s bringing you home to me
I’m waiting at the gate
with the sun in my way
it’s hiding Kansas from my
Gaze

the sheets are like sand
yeah they slip but they stick
I’ve been screaming in my dreams again
last night by the river
I lay my eyes on another
no longer a stranger but not quite a Lover

I was held dear but now you’re holding me back
You’re under my skin and I am Loving it
I was held down but now you’re holding me up
dear
take what you can carry
I surrender it

it’s three long months of travel and dust
it’s bringing you home to me
I’m waiting at the gate
with the sun in my way
it’s hiding Kansas from my gaze

I’ve been training like a boxer
get my mouth into shape
I’m shaping up as a syren
I’m changing my draw
I’m going to hold your
gaze

the heat of the street
keeps me from sleep
I hear the dust bowl is burning
I hear it’s turning to glass
I hear it’s a Hell on Earth there
I hear it sucks the breath from your breast dear

I got shelter erected
I got green grass underfoot
after all these words and all these miles
I’m set to slake your thirst

I promise thunder on your arrival
I promise lightning will strike twice dear
maybe three times lady if you are
very
very
good
I promise to crack the sky
I promise to stand so high
I promise to make the ride worth while

you’ve got to Love what you’ve got
and Love what you get
and Love it for leaving again
I’m standing at the gate
I’m going to let you in
I just want to hold your gaze
until you leave again
I’ve been training like a boxer
get my mouth into shape
I’m shaping up as a syren
I’m changing my draw
I’m going to hold your
I Love what you got and I Love what you give
gaze

©2001 rob hinkal

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