For The Weary Hitchhiker

Long hot days of an endless summer
Burning dead sun in the valley below
We tangled our dreams during our morning slumber
In an old house by the beach, untouched by the glow

The small road by the country side is silent
A few passing cars make their hissing sound
The FM radio is softly weeping
Pulling cool blankets over our unconsciousness

Awake
There's a scary overfriendly figure, you've brought to bed
A stranger, smiling, hiding under the warm bed sheets
You cannot remember when it was
Time slows down before you realise it

Weary hitchhiker
Dirty animal
Screeching tyres in the night
Warm blood
Run to the bathroom mirror
Let your cheek slide down to the cool, smooth tile
We've wasted the dawn
And no great creator of being will forgive us