Horizon

God is dead on the boardwalk

But I can still smell the moonlight

Shapeshift at the horizon

Swallowed up in stormy skies

Grave mistakes near the train yard

A quiet car and a fifth of Beam

Am I used to the poison?

Can you please turn off these dreams?

There's a glow where the sea meets the sky

The storms ahead dust the horizon line

And there's no one left to say

"You're alright"

Thought I heard you walk away

But it was me who couldn't stay