quiet is the street i walk tonight
the lights are all at ease
Casa Blanca star lit sky

with Jim Morrison moon above me

i can’t feel my presence

in your melancholy leave
i can’t feel my pull

in your unfathomable rejection

the river tides are crawling by
in this wilderness of roads
the boulevard is void of sparkle
in the mind a church bell booms

in the highest of these jagged hills
the madness of my love sick dreams contours

slipping into the wicked ground

under the throbbing quiet

Beaudry hosts a saxophone

Bixel lies ahead in candle light

i’ve turned this corner every day

for many needs and wrongs

all to find nothing

without any cause