Caitlyn

You Who own the night, the wind hushed fog dunes, makes you wonder why, you keep a cheerful home, beat away the blues, always on the go, forget the bitter times, all the bum untruths, bars, rain, gloom, suicide, dream of flying solo, always glad to see you, since that time you phoned, the air splashes by, the evening's getting cool, some waste all their lives, others touch the stones, kid themselves to look, what they had before, men whistle passing by, you laugh and hum a tune, say it's stupid to lie, this is what we do.