Sunset at the Northpole 10

VAGABOND ON THE ROAD

I

I WEAR A COAT OF MANY COLORS, MY SHOES HAVE LEATHER HEELS

I DEVOUR THE AIR AROUND ME AND EAT ALL I CAN STEAL

MY NIGHTS CONSUMED BY DARKNESS, ENCOUNTERS COME AND GO

THERE’S NO CENTER TO MY BEING, I’M A VAGABOND ON THE ROAD

II

 “THE WHITE MAN’S ICE IS COLDER”, AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN TOLD

BY A FRIENDLY BAPTIST MINISTER, WHO BORE TO ME HIS SOUL

HE SAID: “TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE…AND IF IT REALLY MATTERS…

CAUSE HUMAN FORM MAY BE HOLLOW, WHEN THE SPIRIT HAS BEEN SHATTERED”.

Bridge I

SHE ONLY LIED WHEN SHE OPENED HER MOUTH

HER EMPTY WORDS LEFT ME WITH NO DOUBT

YET HERE I REMAIN I MUST BE DESPERATE OR BLUE

THE LINES SHE GIVES ME SOUND LIKE YESTERDAY’S NEWS

III

PLEASE DON’T CALL ME LUCIFER FOR IT IS YOU WHO HAS LEAD THE WAY

DOWN A PATH TOWARD OBLIVION, THE SHALLOW COURSE OF KNAVES

YOU SAY THAT IT’S ALRIGHT, THERE’S A LONG PASSAGEWAY TO THE SKY

YET MY FRIEND THAT BAPTIST MINISTER SAYS THE LORD MAY NOT FORGIVE ME

Bridge II

THE WORD ON THE STREET IS YOUR PLAYING TO THE SCENE

ALL LIGHTS AND CAMERAS, LIKE SOME HOLLYWOOD MOVIE QUEEN

THAT MAY BE ALRIGHT OR EVEN JUST O.K.

FOR ME, IT’S THE SHADOWS WHERE I CHOOSE TO STAY

IV

I STAGGER DOWN THE STREET, IN THE ARMS OF MY DARKEST HOUR

THE RED-LIPPED WOMAN CALLS, I WALK UP TO HER TOWER

I NEVER ASK HER NAME, DON’T CARE IF I EVER KNOW

I JUST SEEK A SWEET RELEASE, I’M A VAGABOND ON THE ROAD

July 2007
Phoenix