Caitlyn

You who own the night, the wind hushed fog dunes, do you wonder why, you keep a cheerful home, beat away the blues, always on the go, forget the bitter times, all the cool untruths, bars, rain, homicide, dreams of flying solo, always glad to see you, since last time they phoned, the air plashes by, the evening's getting cool, some wait all their lives, others touch the stones, kids themselves who fume, what they had before, men whistle passing by, you laugh and hum a tune, say it's stupid to lie, you love these rooms