SCORPION HILLS

Scorpion Hills / High on the hog
I feel deader than nails in a tired old dog
Higher than pills/ Deeper than scars
I’m slipping away in my car
To Suffocate Lake/ Deeper than space
I’m reluctant to admit my disgrace
My hand on your hips/ Your lips on my grin
Won’t you let me start over again

It’s too late to fight
It’s too late to grieve
I’m a slave to the way you give license to leave

Albatross moon/ Spitting out stars
Tell me again why your eyes are so dark
Everything spills when everything spins
The orchids are blooming again
Celebrate wind/ Devastate time
I feel more alive with my life on the line
I’ll surrender my coat/ I’ll surrender my shame
But I’ll never surrender my name

It’s too late to fight
It’s too late to grieve
I’m a slave to the way you give license to leave

Some of the time I reminded to fly
I take off and flutter a wing
Most of the time I’m distracted / Can’t think of a thing

Rattlesnake wind/ Shaking up dust
With sugar and pepper and poison and trust
Cellophane face/ Tired old mask
I’d leave if you’d only just ask
Transparent look/ Invisible crutch
Fitting tight like a glove with a tentative touch
Love on the ledge/ Adrenalin rush
I’d jump if you gave me a push