For Sara

I left you for dead on the Old Spirit Mound,
Hoping for the best on the highway to freedom
A year later I woke up with your ghost in my arms
The night was so long, and the wine made me loco
I wish you were here... we could talk lies and money,
Those were the things you were always into.
Then I threw it all to the curb, and lost my way
Now all I can do is play checkers,
and draw a jesusfish in the sand