Javelin

The headlights coming at me look like angels in retreat

And the city of angels looks like hell on the horizon

And will you still be there waiting for me

To stop this metal ache from creeping out of my engine

I should have brought my grandfather's bible

I'm always getting myself into trouble

And he survived world war two

He held on to it like I want to hold on to you

My dreams are torpedo messengers

Exploding in the desert while you sleep

Your valley it crawls with cactus and failure

If the stars are on fire then it's all because of me

So goodbye old dustbowl

Hello mojave

Well you've been living too close to the ocean

To hear my trembling voice plateau

You might find it shattered scattered and broken

Along the seashore among the other shells

I've got to learn to sing from my abdomen

And hold on to the ghosts and let them haunt me

And to think of my heart as a javelin

Falling down and descending into Los Angeles

I've got the summer of strangers to look forward to

If you aren't here waiting for me

And the blue of my eyes to look backward through

And more headlights blowing by me indecently

So goodbye great plains

Hello little earthquake