You Get Older

He left the morning after
Panicked and confused
The night it was a blur
But his knuckles they were bruised
The sign just flipped to open as he stumbled from the store
A pack of smokes, a lighter that he stole out of her drawer
Oh, you get colder
You get older
Every day
In the back of a velvet cherub
Collecting all the scraps
A coaster with a number
And a dented baseball bat
Dialed unfamiliar digits
Maybe deep into Durango
There’s a city made of tin cans, and another made of gold
Oh, you get colder
You get older
Every day
And we’re searching high and low
For a place to call home
From Techalote to Brisbane
Tucson to Jerome
The whip-poor-wills are waking as he loads another flat
No family of his own, just the ones that he forgot
Oh, you get colder
You get older
Every day