Rome, New York

Walking through the parking lot looking at the ground

Picking up trash in the extraterrestrial part of this town

Feeling pretty good still, waiting for the Big one to be found

I looked all night for you and your gold and thorny crown

Standing by some lamp post I thought I saw you smile at me

You’re a crescent moon now but I know you girl-

I know your dark majority

Will drag the sky into the dirt but only for the hours in between

The time it takes for light to get from Rome to New York City

Morning comes too quickly now and evenings fall apart

And the pine box hills rattle at night with the stake-driven-hearts

And Heaven, like a ditch will sometimes spill into the street at night

And pacify the muffled dreams of the broken-into cars

And pacify the muffled dreams of the broken-into cars

Pass right by the broken dreams of the broken-into cars

Pass right by the broken dreams of the broken-into cars