Tumbleweeds weaving through the Creases in his hand
Vinegar dripping from his eyes in Waves
I don't think that anything would Make the boy behave
I didn't think that anything would Put him in his place
Cigarette smoke drifting through The currents in the air
Sand covers every inch of skin he Could find
Runs a nervous hand back through The tangles in his hair
He couldn't tell the truth but he can't Bring himself to lie