i dont remember nothin after my eyes close,
when they open what’s behind em’s got nothin to show.
and the dust rose,
and my eyes watch my hands fold.
the halos keep the tides rollin,
they keep me goin real slow,
and the wake’s all alone,
but wipes the dirt off my bones,
like the sweat that cools my clothes.
changin for the payphone,
we’re hollerin to hang the tone,
change clothes and stay gone.