we were looped up on the summer wind
we might as well have changed our names
i don't much go in for regret
i'm pretty sure you'd say the same
oh i worked down at the mill
where i scrawled rhymes on sugar bags
thought to whisper them to you
but they all just seemed contrived
you took a steak knife to your pillow
but its down feathers were blue
we just put off all believing in
the debts that would ensue
where are you tonight she said
i don't know, i don't know, i don't know
i guess
we stole and sparked the piccolos
all solely for ourselves
you mentioned how your mother died
and i nodded while you knelt
when september straggled in
i took a greyhound headed east
now i'm back in reno dealing
and my heart is full of bees
there is no house of light to guide
our promises to bay
but i still know the smell of mint
and harbor all these names
where are you tonight she said
i don't know, i don't know, i don't know
i guess
i fashioned us a prayer
from all the moths below the bridge
i fashioned us a prayer
oh but i couldn't help but flinch
i fashioned us a prayer now
but the moon's a lousy witness yes she is
the moon's a lousy witness yes she is
sing it over bring it in
sing it over bring it in
i don't know, i don't know, i don't know
i guess
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