all exits look the same.

bags still packed & eyes like lead
in a strange place in a stranger's bed.

it's not me under those sheets
she's long gone now.

southbound train & pouring rain
swore i'd never come here again.

didn't leave a note or make a call.
hell, i didn't leave a trace.

no, i didn't leave a trace.

it's a mile of burning pianos
& you've gotta play to put out the flames.

it's a sea of faceless bodies
and no one will ever know your name.

it's life when you run away
from all your beautiful mistakes.

it's big city blues,
& they can happen to you,
just when you think that you're safe.


vagabond blues

so this is the way it feels
to have a heart full of dust.

collected over miles
of highways,
goodbyes gone sideways,

& looked over lust.

i'm foreign to skin.
i only talk when i must.

honestly, i think
my entire soul has started to rust.