The Arc Of Decent: Dancing in a Motel Just West of Lincoln

There's a gun on my pillow

'Cause I'm just ash and dust

And all that you love, will be carried away

There's a gun on my pillow

I don't hear any saviors

Knockin' on this yellow door

I smell piss and heavy cleaner

I hear fluorescent bulbs

But I don't hear any saviors

Either way

I countdown the seconds

Either Way

When they find me in here

Between twin double beds

The blue smoke will hover

Still round my head

And they've seen this all before

In a thousand different ways

Another cry from the lonely

Lost and afraid

And outside the world moves on

The world is just an ashtray

Collecting what's used up

There's no comfort in knowing

It's filled to the top

The world is just an ashtray

I am distant thoughts and tiny secrets

I am the drink in a word

And out beyond the rail on highways

I dreamed of love

Please, please, oh

I am immersed

And love forgets

And all that you love will be carried away