Sunday, August 06, 2006

Fogged In

Out in the sun where your skin sticks like gum
And the sweat bleeds
Fogged in.


Pesos and dimes, cervezas with limes, try some
And the air beads
Fogged in.

The mist rolls in like waves over the harbor
Memories float back from the time robber
From the time robber
From the time

Plenty to see, you're waiting for me
And the space melts
And the cards dealt
Fogged in.