When I feel the cool of night at my back,

I have to move.


Sliding along horizon lines

And sun sharp edges where day meets dark;

Flee the stars, flee the cards

Where aces are high on glittering city lights.


I can’t do this much longer,

Something has to die.


Smoke on the edge of town

And the fringe of sight;

How long to hide,

From truth and time,

Riding wild

After me?