Southern Lights

They woke up on a northern river delta
On the border between east and west
Terry took one last half-assed look around him
Pulled the weight of their misfortunes off his chest
He said, “Marie, don’t you be coming after me
I’m a long way off from where I’ll be
I won’t be coming back here again
Until the southern city lights light up for me.”

She had a face beaten down by all the sounds
And a voice barely loud enough to scream
He kept a picture of the woman
That he loved in his back pocket
Torn out from some skin flick magazine
There’s no way it could go any other way
He was born to end up losing in the end
She said, “You’ll be coming back here again…”
But in her head somewhere she knew that she was free

Terry looked down at the lakes and frozen rivers
Rolled a another cigarette between his knees
He said, “It seems to me this world’s got a lot more than I been taking
And from now on I’ll be laughing in my sleep.”
Marie don’t you be coming after me
I’m a long way off from where I’ll be
I won’t be coming back here again
Until the southern city lights light up for me

So fast by
Should’ve stayed sleeping