kick out the chair tell the truth ain t just been pictures hanging under this roof my heroes have always been sad smog eyed tragedies ain t no exception in you but what a fight you put up tin foil and a clear jar to catch those lightning bugs what air does enter air must leave you took the light in a long with the evening and who am i to say who s to go who s to stay every word you wrestled to the page i keep as company in quiet hours listening to the boards creak every line i mark under the window where the porch light leaks with a pen i will not go to sleep until i hear you speak