I m on the road
and I don t have a home.
Gone when I left
and I m gone where I lie,
raking the warmth from a
blue sky.

Take it all with you,
when you fall into the dark.
Each of the hour-lilies wasting away
on the heat of the telephone
the rent on our mistaken home.

But I m on the road
and I don t have to go home.
Damn if he expects me to win in the end,
dealing him out as an old friend.

I ll be stuck here
behind the wheel,
twisted and strangled
in the belts.
Climbing below
when my head is too wide
for the child-size.

Maybe I ll make it only halfway.
Maybe I ll stop and get side-tracked.
Maybe you don t really want me back.