Baby I don’t know how
I was bored again
with what I did
during the day
but my nights were alright
my nights were alright
I took a ride
on the apostles’ horses
to where I drank
the city silent
I had the chemicals turning
in tune with my spine
the chords made my fingers find
the air where my heart lay
so
I scampered on
down the dark park
to where I reclined and beheld
the night with stars on
how different we were in many ways
the time allotted to us
but towards the city again
when I had seen Orion
the unclaimed God of lamp-posts
cars and laymen