In the wrong neighborhood
during the early hours of the day
newspaper deliverymen are coming out as
dancers and bouncers are heading home.
In a hotel that always has a Vacancy sign,
up on the second floor, near the stairs
we are
lying across a bed that was never slept in,
in the dim light of tired red neon
she rolls over to whisper something in my ear
I pull her close,
not hearing a single word
.
title from Modest Mouse- gravity rides everything