The Dotted Line

Will you walk with me down this loamy road
It's too long to walk alone
Bullet holes in the streetlights on the side
It's so dark
Take my hand and we'll see each other on a straight line

Will you sign your name on the dotted line
I want the others to see use the way I do
I have seen the end of time and all its gifts
Sands so fine they can't be held

Meet me at the end of time
We'll have cigarettes and wine
As we watch the others coming down the pike

Meet me with your laundry
Dirty, stained or tattered
I'll take you to the clothing store
Get some threads you really like

I left you with my body
I can't take you with my soul
I left you with my body
I can't take you with my soul