| As a kid the summers seemed so long. | |
| The dusk; a never ending song. | |
| Too much, too young. | |
| He'd never hear it again. | |
| A walk through the dismal streets, the alleys where the junkies sleep. | |
| Too much, too young. | |
| "That will never be me." | |
| Slow, hand in hand to the boardwalk's end. | |
| His mother's words like the biting wind. | |
| "Please don't leave me." | |
| He'll never hear them again. | |
| "Keep quiet, stay out of sight." | |
| Her sunken eyes that used to burn so bright. | |
| "Please don't leave me." | |
| So he hid pressed against the wall, under stairs in the darkened hall. | |
| The sound of heartbreak reminded him of home. | |
| Shadows move slow across the floor, a minute seemed like a day or more. | |
| The end of heartache when she opened the door. | |
| The sights, sounds, smell of burnt out shame, pride, spite and love. | |
| They all come here to die. | |
| He sobs, "Please take me a away. Please mother bring us home safe on nameless streets the way we came." | |
| Suddenly, she prayed for better days and for redemption. | |
| Sullenly she prayed to keep from harm's way and for conviction. | |
| But there's no forgiveness here. | |
| No hope beyond that pier. | |
| No way to get out now, not for her in this dead end town. | |
| And that drunk is waiting up, him and jack and the empty cup. | |
| "Where you been? What you on? Who'd you fuck?" | |
| One more drink to toast good luck. | |
| She gets a stiff hand from the old like the bourbon he's been drinking. | |
| Black out. |
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