sign here

what do you think it would take
to go back to the beginning
or the end

great flashes of light from skies
leaking all over the arroyos
i have seen the golden cup

i have drunk and been drunk
i have lied
about you and about me

there is really no other way
to fit it all in
to be my self

i have leapt from tallest buildings
and wept in parked cars

i have traced a line to where it all started
and could never find my way back again

it is a crooked line
the one that separates us
the one that draws us together