Telling Tales

Telling tales of abandoned buildings
In the rain
Places we’ll never own
        And memories we’ll never know

We scuttle under floors
And question the meaning of rail lines
You tell me about places you got to get off
Or the rail police will get you
        I only remember that one is in Dallas

As I shuffle over cliff faces
And question the authority of private property
My hands are muddy from going on all fours
Under the bushes

I missed you this weekend
Like I been missing you my whole life

But that don’t stop the sun from shining
Or me from rambling
        Or it from setting
Ever since that fire, those stars
And that kiss in Michigan in 02

We’ve played life by ear under bridges
And across city canopies

I imagine you doing the same
Riding your Harley
        Across plains of the Midwest