I’m dead tired late
‘n I been bad before,
but it’s been a long time.
And I don’t ask anything of you.
I won’t ask.
The ache is clutchin’ at me,
‘n I know you ain’t bushy tailed either.
‘n somewhere–
you ‘n I’ve got this castle/kingdom
idealic idle fantasy,
where I am yours,
‘n you mine.
where them shadow slips long past don’t mean,
mean but the breath of ’em.
I been there a while late.
hopin’ you’ll stop by.
I got more to say,
but there ain’t time yet.
