The Day Walk (Never Before)

In your green room sit with a candle lit On a charcoal bed of dreams you carry on Though the streets are hot you can steal a lot But you can walk out and forget There isn't time to take a loan But you're now into something That you were immune to before And there wasn't a sign You just fell into line at the door And the question stands in the palms of hands Of the wretches picking pieces of their minds Up off the floor On the mantel place there is still a trace Of the plastic face you hung your moments on And the sudden scare of a landing there On the scene that you don't care to even see When you're alone But the day is too short And you can't find support in the sun You had thought you'd decide To just stick out the ride as it comes But the emptiness of a thing that's less Than what it was thought to be Has left you wondering Just how much more?