Drifter
Paul Dano
He had been there once before
Twice now, in similar clothes
He only vaguely remembered
The street and the mark on the door
There was a dead bird in the doorway
And a rat creeping on wood
There were bats above, circling
While the boy simply stood
He's a dreamer and a drifter
He's a dreamer and a drifter
He's a dreamer and a drifter
He's a dreamer and a drifter
The boy pushed at the door
Wood marked by past reminiscion
That pointed under the floorboards
For a cure to his condition
He's a dreamer and a drifter
He's a dreamer and a drifter
He's a dreamer and a drifter
He's a dreamer and a drifter
He entered the house
Without looking back to see
If the beast had followed him
Into his memories
