It's a shadow through my days.
Stranger standing in the rain
soaked alleyway.
Pistol smoke rising with the steam
like an early morning dream;
Sun caked and mean.

This highway is a lie
your rearview a fools perspective
the tires make the sound of nothing
the engine brings you nowhere
your home is a backpack
suitcased and slapdashed
crashed out on the interstate
free to go your way