Dawn

Dawn he's in a postcard of the dawn, Where the knives of light Have left the dark night tattered & torn The firmamental cars On the highway of the stars are doing ninety (For your love) - He's in a corner on the right, The sole survivor of the night - & It's you he's thinking of. And you, you only think of him, Dropping him a line 'cos he's got no time to swim They're closing all the doors to his existential shores - They'll leave him naked & alone - & you can't help him now, he's in the waters of the south - Sinking like a stone... Running form the snapping jaws, You knows he ain't got time to pause - There's one last door between him & you - Look out babe, he'll be coming through (As soon as you admit that you're the cause). Gone, with a squad of crooked creatures - You saw a film of his escape But you hardly recognized his features. His seer's sight had lied about the other side No one was waiting when you arrived. You dared not hesitate - even so, you got there late - Who takes who for one last ride?