The Salt Islands

Theres a lone stone house

down the desert culdesac

a fathers hands made alone

the families names are carved in the cement

where the pine trees stood

its a brand new neighborhood

everything they made

is worn and torn away

theres a swimming hole

down near the gravel pit

people dare to jump in

so you went first

and when i took my turn

you were gone

without a trace or sound

i swam on

pretending i was fine

historys no mystery

where it stop from you to me

there are never words left to explain

and my days turn to nights

and you disappear from sight

and i lost all of your things along the way

theres a truck outside

waiting in the pouring rain

just to drive away

from a mothers tears

shes held on to for years

you'll blow into the night

the rest of your life

to follow through (?)

you have never seen

you have faith and you have hope

that all you've known is not just smoke

that rises up and rolls out through the trees

and they'll lose their leaves

as the seasons pleas

to show the year has died and gone away

long nights

with no starlight

traffic chokes of the west side

radio is singing for you alone

as you leave this world behind

theres a light that shines

down from the empire state

reaches all across town

puts people in

on a spoon made of tin

with the promise of some bread

and an easy death

whatever you could want

whatever you can get

now you know everyone in here

cigarette another beer

but when all the barstools are clear

who will blow your fear

as it draws so near

you turn again away again

and disappear