then she told me she had a gun
it sounded like she'd used it once before.

when i get back pre-break of dawn
hear the ring it's me live from a pay phone
talking in the rain
things pan out exactly as i say they will
will i be less happy when i get back?

for one photograph of you,
i'd travel a block or two,
because i've forgotten where you live
i've forgotten what you look like, even

while i crawl into the unknown
cover me
i'm going hunting for mysteries
cover me