In the crude light of morning, reaching for my head, I found it caught between a rock and a hard place so I left it laying there.
Weatherman says it looks like heartaches coming down hard at noon. I have got time on my hands and the hands to kill it, and a knife to carve it out.
All them best kept memories, I'd like to have forgotten by now, and this sorry reflection on the mirror's other side.
I have seen the best of me go missing through a crack in this hard wood floor while the worst of me is still kept in the bottles I can't seem to give up.
I wished I was going off to somewhere in a set of wheels on the open west with a blue sky smile and a song on my heart, Colossus could be my name.
I'd have it all made over again, I'd watch my name rise to the skies. The black blood and all the distrust, I'd take them all out to ride.
I was a ghost afloat on the big killer wind. Now I'm the lightning riding the low grounds and tonight I come asking for names.
Here is retribution for the ghost you had made out of me. It's lights out now honey but don't worry. I'm staying for long past the night.
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