Something New

The fog sunk a hook in my name

Saying, "son so dim, o, son of shame

Your hands held her blur, but now you hold a broken comb,"

So I cut the line and raced on home

But there was a man shooting holes in the sky

With a crooked grin he came, addressed me with a sigh

And, "no," I said, laughing,

"I've got a better place to be,"

My dishonest smile turned with the key

Maybe the pearly gates will open up for me

But I know, I know the salt and sand will guide me on home

But the lights from the side distract from what I should have seen;

They hold my glass eyes for all to see

The fog now must watch and append

To see the leaving of lovers, the farewell from friends

The fireworks set off as the car pulls in

"Welcome home, son, now I see what has been:

Your clouded eyes, their film of young sin."

My dreams are howling up high

From the attic and I'll have no place left to lie

From the gleam in my windshield I'm reminded by the moon

That I left then and I'll leave again soon

But I know, I know the salt and sand will guide me on home

While the lights from the door run across the yard to take me in

Then I'll float up the stairs as a ghost

Then I'll rest my eyes and rest my troubled head

And when I die I'll be mourned and not missed