Berna Three

My eyes try to fix a place, where we just carry on, and no one feels the pain, or cares for the drones, that rise like Babylon, beyond the time zones, when he sees my face, the running lines of alcohol, it’s all suddenly plain, a time to stay alone, a wolf howl at the moon, not like being home, maybe I'll take a train, find last winter's love, ride around the Bay, who knows how it’ll go, a trapeze of broken runs, heavy as a stone, how do you kindle flame, bleach your hair use a comb, can we ever really say, what we're made of?