no sun to speak of here
only a filter of fog over a photograph
of the cavern in my heart
A little fire inside,
gunpowder thrown into the flame,
destructive hands with no regard for my plans,
the Old Me has arrived.
Wraith-like, a pale-lipped muse,
her explosions rock me to sleep,
her wounds keep me locked in dreams,
chaos reigning
when the grey sky opens
And the grey sky opens
to a moon unlit,
just a hunk of rock
in the ocean-floor sky
And the Old Me mumbles
something about a wolf
as one yelps off in the distance,
as my bones feel that chill,
of memory holding me
as the grey sky opens
And The Old screams out
"Baby, you need to stay alive.
Take your car and just start driving
until you see the light
Take your car and just keep driving
until you can sleep at night"
And she weaves her fingers into my future
as the grey sky opens
And there's nothing I can do
nothing at all that can be done
The Old is here to stay
There's still a cavern in my heart to this day
A little sliver of my mind
Where I talk to myself
back and forth
all the time
And there's a place in my soul
where the mountain man feels at home
But I can't open up its doors,
until the grey sky opens
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