on the road led by golden signs carrot in the storefront of the careless mind chalice of the happy kind blood from the fight in those lovely eyes of yours son of labour draw your knives bury them in your mother s thighs with the grin your father gave you on the road like the wheel they turn whistle at the girls like birds follow every move they make whoever made dreams so real was a careful whisper in the night whoever made you stand so still is a long lonely goodbye goodbye goodbye