Monday PM Tuesday AM

You wouldn't believe it if I told you
Universally familiar
Not mutually exclusive
Of the truth or a fantasy

Rationalize the fuzz off of dandelions
Turn your attention to that third eye
If you talk too fast it's 'baby don't blue sky'
Walk on sharp things and it's not feeling good
What did Bono mean by bullet the blue sky

Following the night lights
Creeping down the steps
Hold the flashlight low
Searching under your own bed
Drawing the monster in your head

Goodnight 

Count On

That 4 a.m. feeling
Of who's there
Like cold glass
Bumping your teeth
Like winter wind howling
A sudden jolt of something behind you but you turn around
And the silence is gigantic
Everything is so big and you are so small

I just want someone I can count on
A port in the storm
A net in the water
A warm hand to hold
Someone to ride out the rest of the trip
By my side, not asking questions, not needing to
Just being

Riding west into the giant sunset, dirt road, a bag of doughnuts and some cold milk
A nice warm sweater and my favorite boots- it's finally fall

Nothing behind, don't know what's in front
But it's okay
All is golden