Javelin

The headlights coming at me look like angels in retreat
And the city of angels looks like hell on the horizon
And will you be there waiting for me
To stop this metal ache from creeping out of my engine
I should have brought my grandfather’s Bible
I’m always getting myself into trouble
And he survived World War Two
He held on to it the way I want to hold on to you
My dreams are torpedo messengers
Exploding in the desert while you sleep
Your valley, it crawls with cactus and failure
If the stars are on fire, well, then it’s all because of me
So goodbye, old dustbowl
Hello, Mojave
Well you’ve been living too close to the ocean
To hear my trembling voice plateau
You might find it shattered scattered and broken
Along the seashore among the other shells
I’ve got to learn to sing from my abdomen
And hold on to the ghosts and let them haunt me
And think of my heart as a javelin
Falling down and descending into Los Angeles
I’ve got the summer of strangers to look forward to
If you aren’t here and waiting for me
And the blue of my eyes to look backward through
And more headlights blowing by me indecently
So goodbye, Great Plains
Hello, little earthquake