high in the sandias mountains the world like the face of mars craters and canyons and holy matrimony beneath a ceiling of stars and then the rooftop wraps around because the sky is just the ground and nothing falls between the cracks it makes me laugh to think this worried me back there i see it now the moving clouds the heavy air but this is no painter who slouches before you my sketches are simple and crude would one with such telling hands be found in such a pose the facts i know do not necessitate a truth fly down that american highway the wind like a wrecking ball suddenly your planet feels small and those tall tales on their false scales mean nothing at all but you recited them so well the way the syntax rose and fell and held together the pieces of that tattered yarn you wear today i like the way it brings out the anguish in your eyes it matches mine in such a way it s a sick mistake to label it divine there s someone out there who would kill to hold you now you re not alone unless you have your doubts we re on a sinking boat we re living just to get out alive but we should be singing with the sun in our eyes you ll never be alone unless you have your doubts