A pillow lays on cold cement
A sleeping bag, a broken vent
She's there a while
And then she's gone
I'm away for weeks
Arrive at night
She hears my steps
Turns off the light and runs
It's no mind at all, more space than I need
It's just me among the weeds
Among the ghosts
Among the leaves
We've never met but it's a girl
Romance paper books
The floor is covered
In long blonde curls
On afternoons I walk the graves
The rusted cars, the mine shaft caves
See a girl sadly unkempt
A child of neglect
Under moons I pass the tombs
Cross the highways, smell the fumes
See a girl frighteningly gaunt
Somebody didn't want
How do I tell her I don't care
If she sleeps downstairs?
I see her on my errand runs
Looking nervous like a young Mia Farrow
Walk along the gas stops
Window browsing, pawn shops
Guns, bows and arrows
Up on past the Halfway house
Past the signs 80 south
Buttercup and Carrows
Deep inside the county line,
At the churches and the pines,
Sleeping with the sparrows
When evening comes I play guitar
To the planets and the stars
I leave the porch light on
Like I do when I'm gone
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Basement's yours, have a ball
There's always room for you there
Really baby I don't care
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