A Goodbye Rye

Once upon a blue thing or two, eyes and sighs and a moon-confused, we heard the sparks fly and we

watched their lies. Some died in retreat, some in jealousy

You know boredom breeds temptation in it's wake, but you will look @ what temptation's done?

There's spirits here in the hollow and a message @ the bottom of the bottle:

"the sky tonight is grey."

"the quiver and the quake..."

We cheered away a goodbye rye then bled on down the road,

but when the buzz was over, ... [man, it was gettin' cold]

The years are slow, so I'll lie alone. Do you want your name to burn away?

But, lies aside, will I ride along and through and over you?

Sleep, shame, Reno's low behind in flames. So, in your misty midst, on

your lowland frame, won't you sleep, shame?