Shy

The heat is so great

It plays tricks with the eye

It turns the road to water

And then from water to sky

And there's a crack in the concrete floor

And it starts at the sink

There's a bathroom in a gas station

And I've locked myself in it to think

And back in the city

The sun bakes the trash on the curb

The men are pissing in doorways

And the rats are running in herds

I got a dream with your face in it

That scares me awake

I put too much on the table

Now I got too much at stake

And I might let you off easy

Yeah I might lead you on

I might wait for you to look for me

And then I might be gone

There's where I come from and

Where I'm going

And I am lost in between

I might go up to that phone booth

And leave a veiled invitation

On your machine

And you'll stop me, won't you

If you've heard this one before

The one where I surprise you

By showing up at your front door

Saying let's not ask what's next,

Or how, or why

I am leaving in the morning

So let's not be shy

The door opens

The room winces

The housekeeper comes in

Without a warning

I squint at the muscular motel light

And say, hey, good morning

As she jumps her keys jingle

And she leaves as quickly

As she came in

And I roll over and taste the pillow with my grin

Well, the sheets are twisted and damp

The heat is so great

And I swear I can feel the mattress

Sinking underneath your weight

Oh sleep is like a fever

And I'm glad when it ends

And the road flows like a river

And pulls me around every bend

And you'll stop me, won't you...