Derailment At Six Flags - Hanalei

When dawn found your room

It found me finding you

At seven A.M., bandage those wounds

In blankets and booze

You’ve got a face just like religion

You’ve got arms that feel like home

You’ve got those beautiful bright blue eyes

Bearing stitches loosely sewn

So sleep tight, unseen prophet

May your sweetest dreams come true

It’s a cold walk down Milwaukee Ave

And the streets are silently praising you

All those radio romance tunes are making too much sense

Striking those slow achy chords 'neath my ribs

There is a siren song fever stuck in my head

You got me good and I want you bad

There were movies to talk through

There was an old couch to share

And now there’s other ears for your politics

And other eyes for my stares

You’ve got one more acquaintance

One more «How have you been?»

No more praying on your phone calls

No more butterflies and no more bends

So sleep tight, unseen prophet

May your sweetest dreams come true

It’s a cold walk down Milwaukee Ave

The streets are silently praising you

Now all those radio romance tunes are making too much sense

Striking those slow achy chords 'neath my ribs

There is a siren song fever stuck in my head

You got me good and I want you bad

When dawn finds your room

It’ll find me lost in you