I’ve taken the night line from Saugus to Fresno
Sleeping on the seats of dirty green vinyl
Taking the weeks of the dirt and the grime off
At the rest stop at the tip of the valley floor
There are floor boards and pick axes
Smell of gas and bus passes
Laundry list of forgotten tasks
And the sweat of the sewer rats
But in the desperately farmed land
I sketch all the farm hand
And picture your warm hands
Hitch a ride into Reno in the back of a pickup
Tires as smooth as the sheen of the asphalt
Gambling in mind with some quarters I’ve saved up
Pull the warm dog in close while the wind starts to come up
I’ve seen you in visions
I’ve seen you in dreams
I’ve seen you envision my face in between
I’m haunted by the ghosts in the dark of the desert
I’m haunted by the feeling I’ve lost some great pleasure
I’m sapped by the strength of my willing denials
But truly I’m haunted by your dark chocolate eyes