All The Headlights

You yes you’re living in a cage
You’re bouncing off the bars
But it’s my ribs and tissue that’s inflammed
Yes it’s I who’s watching for your car
My roots are deep here in the west
Invested here I have to stay
But you got gypsy in your blood
Your fiddles playing the sounds of Spain
And so I’m watching yes I’m watching
All the headlights - all the headlights
Oh I’m watching yes I’m watching
All the headlights - all the headlights
Coming up over the hill - hoping that one of them is you

Though you’ve had a travelling circus life
You been courting stability
And I’ve been prostrate at your feet
I been licking your toes to sleep
And though you bathe in pleasures warm
I sense our wine is running dry
I know as you commute each morn
You’re not the type to say goodbye
And so I’m watching . . . you

This evening’s sky is coal dust cloud
You’re late and I’m a clairvoyant
This house empty of all sound
This house is empty
This house is empty

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