Rodeo Jones

Off of my hand

Flew a snow white dove

Watch it disappear into the sun

Yours' a halo

For dreams that turn to dust

Words are all on the page

And tears and blood

Off of my hand

Flew the snow white dove

Into the sun now I'm bleeding

I'm in need of

Shakespeare sang air on air

So I sang

Shakespeare turned dust to dust

So to my life

Words and in between no aims

I call these worms we'll meet someday

Across the ocean where my heart bends

Was it you I saw

Under the pale moon

Shakespeare sang air on air

So I sang

Shakespeare turned dust to dust

So to my life

When we're running from lost love

Leaving punctured skin on the floor

Was it you I saw under the moon

One bleeding heart

To our end

No imagery

Waiting for someone lying

Waiting for my day

My eyes will see

Wait for me

In your misery wait for me

Rodeo...

Rodeo Jones

Your misery, your misery

Wait for me there