Stevie Two

Some nights I ask why, other times don’t, why stars shine all night, is it a sense of grace, that marks our credit zone, when we're out this way, you stare into my eyes, the wind is black and cold, then you’re gone in wine, the kids and dogs are great, why go roaming, no one hears the gate, if you can’t say now, I’ll call this place home, flame starts with a light, hear me castigate, down a broken phone, accept my tirades, no matter how we fight, or strain our hungry bones, we're only rolling dice, not to be alone.