don't stop believin'

 
 
I loved her like I loved    
my last night in Detroit;    
in over rushed warmths    
that leave potholes in highways    
     
Almost two years since a city    
sang me tanned through blue, and    
it's at least a thousand years    
since she has seen me well    
     
Took me the last two weeks    
to remove all her images    
from off the temple walls;    
eradicating the acid from her magic    
     
and now its back to the basics    
     
no:      
phone    
television    
money    
job    
distractions    
     
no nothing, but the time    
that turns into salt pillars    
if you turnaround to look
     
They stare into me    
like they're surprised I'm alive    
     
I would cry if I enjoyed that story    
but the tragedy that attracts my rest    
has sold its name for scrap