To Live Again

When I'm lost, I drink

For my own memories

For the joy and the destruction

I can't unsee

How they hung him up

Like a work of art

And the valley whirled around and tore apart

But I was there

When they all gone home

I was looking where they rolled away the stone

That empty cave

Me peering in

And I wonder how it felt to get up and live again

Now I knew Sam

He made me sing

I saw him open wide and spill out everything

He made us lapping dogs

On the dirty ground

In the upstairs room with the no-good bar uptown

But Sam was sick 'fore the mirror he stood

When he whispered that he could not breathe so good

We cried and cried

We played guitar

And we sang out up to Sam

In the no-good bar

I had a friend

He cared for me

On his canvas, I was all a manner of man I couldn't be

From that pool of western sky

We hauled buckets full of the great wide rest of our lives

But once we stalled there suddenly

I was scared of him and he was scared of me

We walked on home

We did not speak

Now we lay awake alone

In foreign countries

And that hopeless night

I do not fold and hide

No spirits sifting through me she decides

That hopeless night

I do not call for you

No spirit singing in me

Sees me through