I have never been faithful
Always cheating and deceiving
More or less
–sometimes more and sometimes less
But my heart in these rare and reflective moments
Has always been true
On warm nights
I melt into this city
wandering down the lonely streets of China town
With the sky hanging over my head
And my feet stepping over the ground
He is busking on the corner
She checks into a San Joachim valley hotel
And I stand here imagining a time when all these buildings and boulevards will lie desolate and abandon
Sometimes I wish for what can never be
My body cries for ecstasy
She walks through the door right past me
Carrying a bag of groceries
Give me an alibi
for why I was absent from your kiss
I have touched the precipice
And slowly I am finding my way back to you
My deeper well is covered in rust
And smells like shoe leather
I dream of becoming old,
Still stuttering in the language of love–
All the way to the grave
I have never been faithful
Always cheating and deceiving
–More or less
Sometimes more and sometimes less
But my heart in these rare and reflective moments
is true
