Thirty Two

Some nights i ask why, we can ever atone, stars shine out like fire, might as well be shame, our lengh of credit zone, still that far from fame, your gaze within my sight, the wind runs cold, you're gone another time, are kids and dogs your game, then don't get stoned, just stay the same, when you hear me cry, or run from a hanging phone, it's not enough to sigh, buy some rusty nails, make us all a home, a house is not a jail, no matter how we fight, or strain our yellow bones, we can do this right, smell the ozone.