Sunday, August 22, 2010

I found God
On the corner of First and Amistad
Where the west 
Was all but won
All alone 
Smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?"
He said, "Ask anything".

Early morning 
The city breaks
I've been callin'
For years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never send me no letters
You've got some kind of nerve
Taking all I want.

Lost and insecure 
You found me, you found me

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