Roadkill

The feel of my arm around your waist, the pale blue nightdress that you wore. Your hair in braids, your sailor top: the things I don't see anymore. You lost your suitcase in my hotel room, a subway token from your Ma. The sun reflecting off the water

I＇m feeling myself against the ground Out on the highway waiting down Buffalo rumble in the wind Sometimes in the wind Sometimes... Shame, shame on myself, can＇t take the heat I start to drink a shady tree And watch the hell lights coming down on me