Hank

My eyes try to fix a place, where we just carry on, and no one feels the pain, or cares for my bones, a river rises all alone, beyond any time zone, when she sees my face, the running line of alcohol, red veined suddenly plain, a time to stay alone, a wolf howl at the moon, not like coming home, maybe i'll take a train, like last winter's love, we sparked around the Bay, who knows where's the flame, a trapeze of broken runs, does our soul work this way, how can i fasten fame, acting like some walking tomb, can we ever really say, what makes a country tune ? ,