You, at home where sea and sand negotiate,
where troposphere and tower fit like puzzle pieces;
I, a rougher sketch of you, a stranger in the promised land,
still watching blacktop animated by an endless rain.
You, at home where sea and sand negotiate,
where troposphere and tower fit like puzzle pieces;
I, a rougher sketch of you, a stranger in the promised land,
still watching blacktop animated by an endless rain.
