ALL THE HEADLIGHTS

All The Headlights You yes you’re living in a cage You’re bouncing off the bars But it’s my ribs and tissue that’s inflammed Yes it’s I who’s watching for your car My roots are deep here in the west Invested here I have to stay But you got gypsy in your blood Your fiddles playing the sounds of Spain And so I’m watching yes I’m watching All the headlights - all the headlights Oh I’m watching yes I’m watching All the headlights - all the headlights Coming up over the hill - hoping that one of them is you Though you’ve had a travelling circus life You been courting stability And I’ve been prostrate at your feet I been licking your toes to sleep And though you bathe in pleasures warm I sense our wine is running dry I know as you commute each morn You’re not the type to say goodbye And so I’m watching . . . you This evening’s sky is coal dust cloud You’re late and I’m a clairvoyant This house empty of all sound This house is empty This house is empty