In from under my house i strolled
Upon the pavement growing old
I looked onto my shoes and saw the holes in my soles
It escaped me why i thought this
That my soul was in my shoe
It is holy…holes…
Escape…escape…escape…escape…escape…escape…escape…escape
Walking down the street into a vacant lot
A bus(?)
I wished that i could see the moon, the clouds, the stars would shine
In the morning, i awoke…by a woman(or i awoken)…
Crying…crying…awoke…awoke
*?*
Now you don’t understand the night
The night that shadows the sky
Is at the vacant lot
Where she dwells
I looked on down the street
There was a girl
I would meet with no money in her pocket
Lying down to pray (?)
*?*
I walked down the street
I understand what she is there for
I take the money from my pocket…the money from my pocket
I reached into my leg(?)
Jealous…jump…jump…
She is there for a reason
