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Shuddering awake in a plane
32000 feet above home, family,
Commitment
Right

Clown inside me thinks he's cute
The poet sticks to the shadows
"Laugh and the world laughs with you
Cry and you cry alone"
Tired of being alone 
Tired of numb laughter
And superficial appeal

I'll be false
To get your attention
I'll be false to drive you away
You think you want
This bag of crumpled dreams
Look away
And fasten your seat belt

Flying over it all
Gets rough sometimes, too
I don't even know why 
I talk to you
We're just each other's fantasy
If you were for me
You would have fallen
Right into my lap
Not into my computer 
Not who I want to be
Right now, anyway

And you don't feel like a friend
More like a f**k buddy 
I'm too desperate
I want something to hold onto
But something real
Not you

Young and beautiful
Looks good on me
Feels good on me
But it won't stay

And, yeah, I know
I feel good to you
Like an old comfortable shoe
'til the laces break, the leather cracks
I don't shine no more
And what's left of me
Isn't worth wearing out

Uh-huh I'll still be "raging
Against the dying of the light."
But still go into that tender night
Just wish you
Felt more like 
a friend

We're so high now
I can barely make out a road
Or a roof top
But I can see shadows
Cast down from clouds below 
On Colorado mountain tops
And it's smooth sailing 

I need someone to be true to
These words would drive you away

Quit playing
Know what's for me
Not settle for whatever I can get
And I'll be lonely

Like out the window, New Mexico
Desert stretches wide empty
What I'm used to 
And you're the East Coast
Lush, pretty, temperate, hydrated 
I'd devour you 
(Like I just did)
And never want to leave
But I'm still the desert
And you're the trees 
How much will we drink of
Each other

The clown's rising
Bad timing
But keeps me from 
Being lonely
When life hurts
And too free
When it doesn't 


Over the Apache White Mountains 
Descending enough to see
Lake's drying up
I don't want go home

Poet talking now
Clown
When we touch ground
If not here, where 
If not her, who
We're on our way
Give us a spin 
I like you, girl

Gentle landing
Phoenix (a cool 103)
Seems like I'm
Almost
Never
Home
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