This Empty Northern Hemisphere

You were a phonograph, I was a kid I sat with an ear close, just listening I was there when the rain tapped her way down you face You were a miracle. -I was just holdin' your space Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face The past, she is

Smoke it flies from whiskey mouths Vagabonds walk this suitcase town Summer left us beckoning The cottonwoods were all worn out Night comes fixing on the day And the universe reigned again While the wheels roll, it all glows a flickering light While

I woke you up with poetry and stones The ragged and the bones Strewn around the room I recall another hazy may Take a round in the ring Gone hungry for the win... Here's the part I just lose everything I cracked a spark just to hear you sing sing...

Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine a magazine... Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline So I can see ya soon... Fall swooned Left me drunk in a field Dandelion wine for a year And I packed up the dust Of all that I owned Handkerchief hung

This house She's holding secrets I got my change behind the bed In a coffee can, I throw my nickels in Just in case I have to leave And I will go if you ask me to I will stay if you dare And if I go I'm goin shameless I'll let my hunger take me there

I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me the room filled up with mosquitoes they heard that my body was free and I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe and I must confess that I tortured the dress that y

New York now was nothing but an ice-capade a cigarette, a fire-escape and we walked this line, with dust in our pockets for the Bedford Station line to take us crazy the drunkard playing the Casio we're quiet everytime we start starin' up and hear al