Vacant

"Call me outside I'll come running down.
When I satisfied each need invented by my eye
I was a nest by a fox hole or dirt underneath your boot soles.
When I satisfied each need invented by my eye
It was nothing like I'd imagined.

Like cocaine, their green eyes fixed on the television to pass the time until their two miles of elegant blinds halfway raised for the watching as you walked by.
"Look, come down to the window - she carries a candle at mid-day while the sun's still so high!"
But you knew better than to pay mind to what people and the devil say.
Call me outside, I'll come running down into your vacant, intoxicating night.
Call me outside to their haunted streets, their red electric lights.
I'm on the sad side of a nowhere town."

I don't want to be anywhere.

He looked at me and said that if he knew my life depended on it then we should have set higher hopes.