35 - Bill Callahan

I can’t see myself in the books I read these days

Used to be I saw myself on every single page

'Twas nice to know my life had been lived before

But I can’t see myself in the books that I read anymore

Tired eyes wander

Into their own sight

Leaving a body unscripted

And forced to improvised

By being so much as I was

I was getting so far away

From anything that I had ever known

And everyone and night had fallen

I could no longer find my way, Lord

And the moon came up high

And I said take me home

To anyone as bright as day

But the fact of the sun comes

The fiction of the moon

The moon can make a false love feel true

It can make me still wanting you

Oh, the moon

I watched that old girl leave her stable tonight

And neither she nor I could look away

As she drew a map for me on the back of the masterplan

And you know I had to laugh

And I wished that I was like that moon on her path

Or that train on her track

'Cause when I looked out back

The road was pulling out so soft, fast and black

You know it takes what it gives back

And I’ve got your book in my lap