Lonely white; the only little light I know is falling like a memory on the open road; a memory of a meaning that I never heard long enough, leaving what I never learned. Leaving what I never learned. Holding on, cradled to the bruise-black sky; swollen with the secrets of a living lie. Pour me out like silver in a common world. Lonely white; healing like I never hurt. I unfolded my life to a dream beside that other ocean; but I’m tied to the lines that must lead me somewhere where I don’t know why. And tonight, there’s nothing that can reach me in the world outside. It’s just another vast, aching hunger; an emptiness of another kind. And tonight, there’s nothing beneath me, but the solid earth and the endless miles. Now only this – Whatever you leave me, you leave me alive.