The Moon and the Sun

Here you’re sitting with you’re head in your hands
Holding back tears so the car ride goes unquestioned
You wait for the pillow and four walls unlit
'Till you drain yourself fast asleep
And I’ll ride prescriptions and then get to fishing
Into the dreams that can be turned into screen plays
One more run through the moon and the sun
But I’ll still remain here unchanged like pain
It always hurst the same
So sailor set sail and let God send a gale
So you can get the fuck out of here
And write to your friends
And tie up loose ends
And say, «yes sir, I’m ready to die»
You’re drunk off your ass with the sky line a blur
Screaming, «To die will be an awfully great adventure!»