From The West

Five, four-five
Every time
No sign
No sauce that’s in her eye
In ten
The conversation’s dry
Perhaps if orders changed then
You’d see I’m quite a guy

Stay
The same
I’ll wait without a name
Some game
You give me bills but never change
I pray
Your tastes will set you free
One day you’ll look up from that tray
And your tastes will show you me

We could have made it in the mud
Honeymooned in far off places
Been the shame of our respective races
Embarrassments, disgraces
We could have floated in on breezes cool
With flashlights on fires without fuel
Winter’s woman
An international male
Together fortune’s fool

Like the Sun to the west
Our hearts rise just to set
Our days are not our own
Our love becomes a home
Like the Sun to the west
Our hearts rise just to set
Our days are not our own
Our love becomes a HOME