Colorado

I saw him in the subway I looked twice through the glass Shadows are convincing But he's never coming back In negative 7 He was standing with a smoke Just looking towards heaven As if he knew the joke Uncle was a gambler With a butterfly tattoo Somewhere down in florida He did a favor for some dude With a pistol in his glove box It was open and shut I met him the week he got out At the wake of his son Driving through Colorado I thought of these things To boredom the weight of reality rings Through highways and deserts And cities and parks And broke schools protected by the national guard Most days i pass with my head in the dark But today it seems so clear to me