Waiting in the darkness to be summoned to the light,
Stare out of the window to the highway and the cars,
Looking for the woman who can see past all the bull,
Can pull the blind against the sin and order what I need.

You came out of the ladies in the dim light when I
Was on my way into the fellas and you grabbed me;
Kissed me with your mouth so open and I tasted
Handcuff champagne, sweet and brutal, on your breath.

Back inside the greasy booth I talked fishing with my friends
Just the same as Jesus laughed, "I walked on water, guys!"
Wondered if the sun would rise, power fail, France fry, Vegas flood.
Pay phone's out of order: I can't send no message to you.

My body is a ghost town and the tumbleweeds blow bloody
In the sunset red that pumps my memories again and again.
Was it just a waitress asking, "Yours, dear?" God! Where are you?
Trapped behind the swinging doors at the far end of my despair.