Mr. Paradise told me
"You can't fuck up
Paradise"

So I crashed a
few times
and burned up
My life
(over and over
Again)

1.

When I left the future that time
(so long ago do you remember
beloved that love letter we wrote
to each other, scratched into a tree
on our sacred mountain)

Waiting a hundred years for lighting
to strike again until I finally road
out West.

With all them damn cowboys with
their guns and whiskey and all.
Outlaws every one of em.

2.
Everydody knew the motorcycles
would never kill me from the first time
I should have cracked my head open
and walked away

The tequila fueled wrecks
and brushes with god
laying with angels

Buildings burning
(returning home to America
and finding NYC dead and gone)

3.

She is only a ghost of a ghost
of a dream I once had.