Song Of 27

Though, I may be miles away from her

With years that pass without a word

I've never seen a moon so high

Her name hangs down from there, tonight

So, put your little hand away

I've seen such needy days before

On nights like this, my hope returns

Though, I may be miles away from her

A locket just for good luck

A pocket knife for long nights

And a sleepy little dreamer

With still, miles to go

27, take me home

And pour that last year down my throat

The days will fade and the nights will burn

Though, I may be miles away from her

I see her in the doorway

Staring a hole through it all

The first of many fits

And the last one was, man, the last one was

So check your lock and close your eyes

When you wake up, I'll be all right

Never tell them where it hurts

And keep your bullet, safe inside

The wind has wept and the sky is slurred

But we slept through the sunrise, too

I'm dreaming still of who you were

Though, I may be miles away from her