Awake tonight, 
I'll fall away to sometime until we meet.
& how will you be to me 
while the passers go & the awhiles grow? 
W/ no rings to repay, no ghosts on the phone.

my second sleep story:

I ran down the stairs & onto the street
(of course, the chase was sheap). 
But, here she walks again 
(Hear that whisper shake out, "Honey, where've you 
been?")

There's nights I still fall: 
I track down the grate & head straight for the light 
& raze the ride. 
But, should the road ever slow.....

Would you ever go home when you waltz off & over? 
Or, will you stay & lie awake tonight?