He Sold Energy To Pay The Pills.
He Left The Mob But He Didn’t Go Home.
Inspiration Struck Like Lightning.
His Hat Flew As The Wind Picked-Up.
Inside The Mind, Behind His Eyes,
Always Feeling The Highway.
Half The Time He Don’t Know.
Here Comes The Next Corner To Nowhere.
Figures You’d Seek The Corner Of Your Eyes.
It’s Always Been Him 
And He’s Always Been Me.
My Muse Fleeting 
And My Blood Begins To Dry. As I Close My Mind I Leave The Porch
Then Walk Inside 
Where The Fire Burns Like Energy
From Little White Candles.