four midnights
in a row in a row in a row
five hundred chances
the distance
you still have to go to go to go
the bridges
you still have to cross, to cross, to cross
and you're at loss
because it's fading
like a mirage
your visage
and communication
comes hard
harder than hard
but sometimes its
easier smoking
and joking
and choking
on a memory
a thought unvoiced
tracing patterns
in the void
in the tibetan peace garden
beat the lows
all for show
but the show got cancelled
so many years ago
move on
----------------------------------switch continents
there ain't nothing here for you
