Hesher in the Rain

Dream sky, just a hesher in the rain

Daydream summer lost alone in Spain

Was it real? Is it over now?

The girl was ghostly

Long and proud

Black leather, he wore denim with white seams

Dream drummer throwing sticks like four-foot beams

On a heart's tour of love

It's a lazy conscience

Fingerless gloves

And these days, where do they go?

How will I know just where to find you?

Her bed, soft and white lightroom

Red sky bleeding into afternoon

Was it awkward? Was it new?

Did she lead you downward?

Did you have a clue?

And these days, where do they go?

How will I know just where to find you?

And these days, he's back in the States

Where nobody waits, and no one wanders in the rain