The Routes We Wonder - The Falcon

Tonight the captains dreams are bad

Searching for a dim and distant shore

Amidst the sluts, the drifters and the thieves

He doesn’t dream of landing anymore

Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors

Swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors

These are the routes we wander girl, every goddamn day

So swallow hard and wipe them dreams away

Come to life again

The smoke and the cold killed the men and the dogs

Last glimpse of sun and all winter it’s gone

Chained at the ankles, cuffed at the wrists

Stuffed into mail sacks and tossed into drifts

The lunar eye is burning, boring through me digging deep into my chest

Into my head, into my dreams, into my sleep

These dreams these days don’t give me no peace