Rogue Valley Cape May
the yellow cabs don't stop
down broadway I turn my head to the sidewalk
use what little money I have in the diner
I didn't know that I could be so wrong
I can find a few things to blame it on
I looked right through you
and you could only watch me fall
like rain on a window
in the cold museums
in the sports colosseums
were you just a bank receipt in my pocket?
the nights were free set my mind wandering
a light that shined only for me
I followed until to legs became weak
south through the city over the bridge
through turnpikes and tiny roads
curving through dead meadows
where spring violets grow
to the wetlands and shore sands
of Cape May
I looked right through you
and you could only watch me fall
like rain on a window
greying greens, blue so deep
the dormant volcanoes sleep
the wind has blown, the moon is full
the birds have flown
gold on gold on gold on gold on gold
