The Lights Are Dim (Journal Entry)

The lights are dim

She was on her way back east again

He opened his car door said, “get in”

She said, “Trust me this place isn’t like home”

He was short with eyes hard as stone

Standoff on the edge of the northern plains

1000 miles from where the oil rains

“I was almost there babe, what’s your deal?”

sun swallowed his car like melting steel.

Onward west, onward east!

Two sides on a chain that won’t release

Sun rises with her, falls on him

The phone is ringing and the lights are dim

From an ugly town on a southern bay

Held hands in the culvert when they ran away

Horns and cherry’s through cold black sky

cops burned red in a young mans eyes

Blood on a locker, crowd in the halls

Down to the office, for one last call

She saw him in the summer, when the days stay long

“There’s a friend in there, but my boys gone”

Onward up, onward down!

Two sides of a string that still stays bound

sun rises with her, falls on him

The phone is ringing and the lights are dim

A cliff on the edge of a northern town

Chopper in the air, men on the ground

“Theres too much goddamn money round here”

“Keep a look for the body it’s somewhere near”

She hung around his family home

Made friends with the quiet that settled in her bones

comes back every time she’s alone

Still waiting on a call never to come

Onward forward, don’t look back!

She keeps hold of a rope that’s cut in half

sun falls on her, rises with him

The phone is ringing and the lights are dim

Let the sound travel far when it rains in the spring

Through the town she left him on the edge of the plains

Let it move through the mountains to the north out west

There’s a dead man begging for a girl to rest

sun rises with her, falls on him

The phone is ringing and the lights are dim