Bourbon And Division

On the corner of Bourbon & Division

Crawling down the crooked streets at dawn

She said: don't come back, all is not forgiven

So you fall inside a bottle and a song

Splinters of thought dropping slowly

Snapping like branches in the wind

So you light a dog-end smoke

And you're laughing as you choke

And you give the wheel of fortune one more spin

Do you remember what you came here for?

Her words of wisdom scratched into the door

You can almost taste the emptiness

Hung inside her tallow dress

Can the darkness be as empty as it seems

When the factories of night hum with their dreams?

And you watch a skinny dog cut across that dusty lot

Like the surface of the moon

In the decompression chamber

Cooling in the conversation pit

Sleeping underneath yesterday's papers

And pretending the tsunami hasn't hit

Friday was the crucifixion

Saturday cremation under glass

The Resurrection was on Sunday

No, correction, make it Monday

'Cause Monday's when they come to take the trash

Do you remember what you came here for?

Her words of wisdom cut into the door

You can almost taste the emptiness

Hung inside her tallow dress

Can the darkness be as empty as it seems

When the factories of night hum with their dreams?

And you watch a skinny dog cut across that dusty lot

Like the surface of the moon