I am gone
Hardly
The ghost waits
To haunt more dreams
And it seems reality
Has become the string
In which to sew
I am the hero
All singing and dancing
Alpha male
Kicking over
Empty water pales
The rain doesn’t collect
In death valley
I burrow in the sand
And we embrace
Soul to hand
And I invision
Big bands
As we make our stand
In a burlesque wasteland