Remember the cul-de-sac nights cold beer, a cigarette to share the creak of our old porch swing smoke curled like chinese dragons in the air Chorus The porch light flickers, But it’s not lit for me anymore. I know there’s nothing waiting…

The truth is it’s useless to ponder it I’m helpless, I’m selfish for needing it And what do you buy for the guy who created the universe? So biblical, to trivial to manifest No confidence, no eucharist for those like us And what do…