i threw my robe on in the morning watched the ring on the stove turn red stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee pulled on my boots and made the bed screen door hanging off its hinges kept banging me awake all night as i look out the window the only thing in sight is dry lightning on the horizon line just dry lightning and you on my mind i chased the heat of her blood like it was the holy grail descend beautiful spirit into the evening pale her appaloosa s kicking kicking in the corral smelling rain there s a low thunder rolling cross the mesquite plain i d drive down to alvarado street where she d dance to make ends meet i d spend the night over my gin as she d talk to her men the piss yellow sun comes bringing up the day she said ain t nobody can give nobody what they really need anyway well you get so sick of the fighting you lose your fear of the end but i can t lose your memory and the sweet smell of your skin 