I knew everything of you
in how you said your name.
On our way to points B unknown
from whatever points A.
I will never need to know
how the shadows fell across your face
In that place you used to be
Before you escaped
To California. for untold revelations, on a self-sent invitation. What’s left for you to fear
in California? Your train is the station. Your dream of vindication.
What’s left of you is here.
“Maybe I’m out here on a lie,
but it’s only a lie to the skin I shed.
What’s left of me here
is the truth.”
There’s gold inside us all
But we just pass each other by
Because you gotta wash away the dirt
To find what’s not a lie
That’s California. unknown elevations, sends no invitations. What’s left for you to fear in California? Trains are the stations. A dream of vindication.
What’s left of you is here.