Staring at the Sun

Lipstick on a paper cup
The highway hums through the motel glass
the valley drowns in morning fog
Your silver ring on the bible
You didn't even pack your coat
you just walked into the cold

A cracked mirror in the hall
My knuckles bleed from the plaster wall
the whole damn building shakes with trains
Ash falling on my boots
A thousand miles of wet black tar
between who we were and where we are

And the rain keeps washing the boulevard
the neon bleeds into the gutter
Just a matchstick burning down
I held you like a loaded gun
now I'm staring at the sun

Rust on the Thunderbird hood
A stray dog crosses the empty lot
where the carnival used to stand
Your handwriting on a torn receipt
I can't outrun this desert wind
it blows right through my skin

And the rain keeps washing the boulevard
the neon bleeds into the gutter
Just a matchstick burning down
I held you like a loaded gun
now I'm staring at the sun

Sixteen floors above the street
A siren wails in the canyons below
nobody knows what we threw away
A single thread on my sleeve

The whiskey dries on the wood
Let the sky fall down tonight
let the city lose its light
Just a key left in the door
I don't need saving anymore
the storm is all that's left of us