Stevie Two

I ask is it right, other times don’t, why stars shine some nights, like a sense of grace, that marks our zone, when we're out this way, you stare into my eyes, the wind is black and cold, you’re gone in wine, kids and dogs are great, why go roaming, everyone can hear the gate, if you can’t stay now, call this place home, flame reins us in tight, hear me castigate, down a broken phone, accept my tirades, no matter how we fight, or strain our bones, I only chase the light, not to be alone.