Good evening, neighbors,

Good evening sidewalk strangers

Good evening police helicopter, too

Tonight my darling reads of the queen

Children are lost in dreams

Sirens throb down the avenue

There’s a pulse pushing under my collar

And that collar feels like it’s on the end of a leash

That full moon’s looking like my last silver dollar

Hanging there in the black air & out of reach

And all, all night long the black dog

Keeps barking at the back door

Wants to get out, wants to break away

We’re married, mortgaged,

Full of doubt, out of storage

In a house that’s seen a century of dust & dreams

How many men long dead walked these halls

Thinking there’s another somewhere

They’d like to see

    Sometimes my life feels fated

    Sometimes it feels like a random thing--

    Between the lucky and the dead

    Twenty years in the same bed

    I swear I don’t know you like I should

    Are we all right? Are we good?

    Can we keep it alive . . .

When morning falls,fat like a gavel

When my beloved pulls the blind & the cord screams

White light falls upon on our hero

Sleeping off the pints of ale and the late late scene

written by: Kevin Gordon, ©2009 (Little Rain Music(BMI))