Christopher

Winter hangs on just like a jilted love

Left to pass time under factory lights

Spinning on free ways for 25 years

A place in the sky where it all disappears

Street lamps flicker with stops and starts

We drag race our devils to fill empty hearts

And headlines and cities and curtains drawn dark

And Christopher floats to the stars

Christopher walks on the dark

Spring comes alive like cigarette flame

I'm singing this song though rock fades away

We're running for something we can't quite discern

But we'll look to the sky and say