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the heat is so great it plays tricks with the eye, it turns the road to water then from water to sky and there's a crack in the concrete floor and it starts at the sink. There's a bathroom in a gas station and i've locked myself in it to think back in the city the sun bakes the trash on the curb, the men are pissing in doorways and the rats run in herds and i've got a dream of your face that scares me awake. I put too much on my table and now i've got too much at stake I might let you off easy, yeah i might lead you on. I might wait for you to look for me and then i might be gone. Where i come from and where i'm going and i'm lost in between i might go up to that phone booth and leave a veiled invitation on your machine. You'll stop me, won't you if you've heard this one before, the one where i surprise you by showing up at your front door saying ' "let's not ask what's next, or how, or why, i am leaving in the morning so let's not be shy"
