Lullaby

I'm heading south on the 405

Trying to outrun the police

They tell me I'm wanted dead or alive

The charge of disturbing the peace

And I see the waves to the right

Crashing down on San Onofre beach

Such a heavenly sight

But always just out of reach

Like a whisper of the Gods

Or a forgotten lullaby

And in the quiet of my bedroom walls

I hear my room mates making love

I think about old lovers, whether to call

Or stare out the window at a flock of passing doves

I listen as the rain begins to trickle down

Peaceful against the quiet night

The sewer rats and hopes won't drown

Though they oft are out of sight

If I tied myself to the lightning rod

Would I remember that lullaby?

And Justin Sullivan is on the radio

A quiet forlorn love song

Forever is a long long way to go

And every turn I make is wrong

No matter where the music goes

No matter where the road will take me

What I reap is what I've sowed

And the road still whispers to me

Another whisper from the Gods

They whisper to me like a lullaby

Maybe I'll take another knife to my skin tonight

Maybe I'll bleed on my bedroom walls

Paint my life story where it's always out of sight

The color of red so painful though it still calls

And maybe it'll wash away

Maybe it'll fade to grey

And though one day I know I'll die

Tonight I'll listen to that lullaby

And if the police don't catch me

I'll drive on into the night

I'll drive on back to Hollywood to see

If I can find a walker in the night

The only love I can afford is the one I'll do without

Blacker than my twisted heart I'll walk about

Downtown Los Angeles, city of fallen angels

City of pain, masks, spin cycle angles

And daily buy into the lies

Ignoring the whispers of that lullaby

Telling me to come back to the land

Travel south, maybe there's a woman there

Maybe travel north, maybe west and drown in the surf

Maybe I'll scream from the highest of mountains

Maybe I'll cut my throat and hang up high

Or write another song, about a boy and a girl

Tommy and Gina, living on a prayer

Praying to a God who just doesn't care

Kneeling before a Savior on a Stick

Where you buy salvation, but no salve for old wounds

The Northern wastes call to me sometimes

Wish I could journey there, the artic circle

Where the sun never sets, and my breath is white

Maybe I could start to heal there

And maybe the wind will fade, and in the silence

Deep in the silence

I will hear that whisper again

And make it out clearly

The words to an unsung lullaby