I'm comin over
see me down at the station by the
lane
with my hands in my pocket
jingling a wish coin

that I stole
from a fountain
that was drowning all the cares in
the world
When I get older
climbin up on
the back porch fence
just to see the dogs runnin
with a ring and a question
and my shiverin voice is singing
thru a crack in the window

I better go it alone

down on the corner
see me standin

on a makeshift road
with the dust storm

blowin in a
long black shadow

pull

a

hammer from a coal mine
down where your daddy was workin
comb my hair back

strike a match on a bathroom wall

where my number was written
drivin on the sidewalk
lookin back

and the sky is burning
in my rearview mirror

I better go it alone