Ten Cent Inquiry

is this where the rain falls ever morning

i wonder why sleep covered eyes talk

calls the warning down from the sky

if you turn the light off ill cut the line

i hear its back again

i hear the whole worlds running

the line two steps from turning back two steps

from learning all the signs heard

you're fooling around with the thought

town has taken boy for a ride

I've bet on hands you thought

and would have lost

and i bet this cold wind dies

is this where the rain falls

every morning i wonder why

cheap colored lights call

on the sulfur and steel covered sky

feel I've touched your cells for too long

not to earn the right of disguise

and id turn the world down

for your cause to make this cold wind die