There’s movement in front of me
The Caltrain stops but I don’t step on
I’m stalled by a tumbleweed
At the stoned parade I won’t get on
I refuse to eat the green
I deny the ride to sit and tick time
I could bathe and absolve my sins
But I don’t dip in, I’m elsewhere
Numb in fear
There’s movement in front of me
The Castro is a turgid display
I’m walking towards Café Sophie
I hope the coffee’s still warm
It’s all I desire, once I’m inside I’ll shut off and inside
Won’t speak until I’m told
Cold coffee still tastes ok
But would you want to drink it everyday?
I’m sitting down by the bay
Instead of changing to swim I heap on clothes
It’s colder here than LA
The wind does sting, I need meat to guard my bones
I could bathe and absolve my sins
But I don’t dip in, I’m elsewhere
Numb in fear