Close the door on the shoreline,
lift the lid on the daylight
Six 0 Nine West Tennessee time
and I buy all my days,
at the same place where the girl sells her nights
to the God of Ocean Tides
All night long writing poetry in California,
melodies of failure and the people I have thrown away.
Meanwhile, somewhere west of Carolina,
in a congregation of strangers digging holes to China
and we pray to our reflections in the water when it rises.
I see headlights pin the highway down,
Jesus turns the world around Spend all my tomorrows coming down,
Goodbye all my days.
I know I said I never loved you
but I might just try again tonight.
Truck stops and river Gods,
gas stations up the coast follow ghosts. follow ghosts.
I pray the water wash away the memory and the costs
and carry me south to the sea
along with all your memories of me.
And we are born in the water,
I will return to thee.
Colored lights and birthday cakes.
Candle wax on paper plates.
Breathe the water, say goodbye.
You can see you water all the way up to the sky.
Oh Gods of water Gods of rain,
cover up the sun again
We are crossing the Mississippi line,
and I'm back on my way to love you
just the way you hoped I might.
Oh I'm leaving tonight.
I can't remember yesterday but I tried.
If I said I could, I lied.