dirty and lonely, cold from the night
my soul is empty, consumed by fright
clouds carrying water, drifts through the trees
hungry and tired, no one to please
pushing on to the rail car, feeling a jolt
gravity and dead air, a sad revolt
ten and twenty, almost home
beach water is angry, a green gray foam
up in the palms the birds all sing
wet and quivering, drooping their wings
years of the past, haunt my old brain
so many tears, drives me insane
wishing for soup, a bowl and a spoon
inside the wooden car, so much room
palms are so wet, swaying in the dark
tomorrow is never, today is all dark
