seems like august in those lightning spokes passing broken signs in windows coming close catching moments from your sun flared eyes tired street light sounds like soft reprise push your only want down a sideways slope broken autographs reassess your time alone empty halogen in a frontage road you catapult on the long way home you're pushing only and pushing slow you're pushing only and pushing on spend your notice and energy getting back to spaces that smell like me evasive subtle casualties expected distance happened suddenly

on the lockets of your sweet chains are growing tumble weeds one by one they go two by two on their way to go to sleep so you break yourself yeah you break yourself and go out dancing in the week but all that shaking meets nothing but strangers: you don't keep mixed company You seem a little shy two step left two step left, neon keeps you half full check a wall to keep in time and you'd go home if you could you fake yourself and you fake yourself and you pour yourself a drink but everyone waits on every street so you're not as lonely as you think you seem a little shy you seem a little shy

late one night in a dream a thought it occurred to me started down a road that ends in age amd passed a place and passed a face and late the evening we reach this dying age struggled with a certain type of thought on the things left to matter in the dark and how we get certain count of breath that never seems enough in the end because late the evening we reach this dying age wherever you go whatever you know wherever you go comes this dying age

hold me still my heart don't ever let me go there's a shiver and shake between my gives and my takes i'll keep up with you my dear where ever you roam i won't try and follow you when you wish to be alone some of the way in summer days your hair falls in the sun i can't count the seven ways that i've seen you come un done juniper talk and rambling walks putting irons to the truth i won't try and follow you just as long as you think of me in those white afternoons hold me close my love through tethers and through age my hearts painted with colors and those colors often fade can i ask you quick my one? when the walls start crumbling down would you hide beneath the tables so we could watch them hit the ground

my love reaches once in a while hangs a half heart breath out to dry sews a simple wish in your mind but still talks to you through the edge of a smile oh madeliene you never told me that its such a long way down my loves changes once in a while can't help but see new parts in the fire stretched thin over spaces of time i'd still meet you anywhere that's mine

through a window i've been seeing you with a faraway glance and i've wondering where you keep starts and your ends the ocean never flows / into the spaces you'd found seems that you're lonely there's too many around trying to remember what i never forget suddenly everything you have / was behind you in a pink dress when you settle down you'll be broken when you come around you'll be home promise me cooly take of the heart the pieces you're left with will be a good to place to start

You're gonna lose what you started to lose you're gonna prove what i wasn't to you

hear the noises of kingdoms gone while the time slipped away your heart rolled on you're weren't fragile but broken enough the sound of glory is no substitute for luck the winds always change for a saving of face under dark happenings long rain taking the place the noise of the strangest cadence of all the heat of the hill presses against the untimely mess day created from old unpacking thunder brought from the cold

Divisadero why don't you skip this beat and call in your fog and enemies Yeah I'm sentimental and so full of retreat so tired of feigning disbelief You stay honest, and i'll agree i'll keep my promise You can count on me you're still lovely and all dressed up in gold but the smell of your seasons has grown so old truth is hard to come by at seven ninety three not sure when i stopped wanting to be seen You stay honest, and i'll agree i'll keep my promise You can count on me oh nostalgia makes me feel unfit for ease like time spent traveling on my knees divisadero you're a portrait and a thief but just like young love you can count on me

better get rich kid or at least smell like it those thoughts you've been having don't need to keep you sepearate running through the games that break and pull away doesn't make you able to see times end on compromise Even the tables turn once in a while even the fables get lonely some of the time i can't seem to help you with the stacking of your names and coins lifting all the pretty pieces doesn't mean you have a choice the broken parts of you would be better put to use if you went searching iin the melodies to show you what to do

it comes over you every once in a little while that things that set your apart are the things that make you unkind we'd made promises about the people we'd mean to be but every shot took a drink, and every turn turned to repeat it was the best you ever were at the start of things with our shirts hanging on the line, when the smell of grace passed for wine the light ran down your spine on a blanket with braided hair i don't remember the knowing going or how already got there we'll meet out front after you settle in when the smoke clears from the summer and the middle we've floated into doesn't seem so strange, doesn't seem so strange shook off the tough shakes and crossed the bad lakes that keep me separate from where i was you could have written the same story if you had broken off when i was done you let the ice melt in your drink to good parts of the joke that part happens to everyone and revisits where we had begun we'll count our years from the lights behind the bar take comfort in that where you went is not that far and doesn't seem so strange, doesn't seem so strange everything worth telling doesn't have to come out just now all those people that you were in between those folded pages, brought us back to this town just take me home and say "you could always settle down" in the bad days of june when the corners of my mind don't seem so strange, doesn't seem so strange