when you pack your bags and
make sure you didn't forget anything -
when you say goodbye to all
your friends and relatives
if you had any
and everybody you knew or thought you did
and everybody who knew you or thought they did -
when you fell ready to leave for
a noble search of freedom and justice and eternity
to comfort your little bleeding soul -
when you look at your house and town and earth
for the last time -
when you tell yourself it will never be the same
well it won't -
you open your heart -
hold your breath -
take a step into you-don't-know-how-to-call-it-yet
and walk through innocent towns
and meet vicious eyes and like those eyes -
and you follow the eyes
get into nowhere and there's no light in them no more -
and you're back on the road with your thumb up
who'll pick you up this time? -
and you crash into cheep cafes
which end up being somebody's souls -
and you don't care much about the light or sin or forgiveness
they talk about -
and you go on naive and old and young and shameless -
and you throw yourself into the arms of night -
and you have no worries about the morning
coz you know
you'll leave her there naked and pretty and red
whose girl is that? -
what's her name? -
I lost count -
and you wander through the streets
towards the dawn
and you find
the dawn
inside.