17 years

shuttin' down the motel now that his bodies found

lying in blue water in the shore of tarrytown

his body rose in women's clothes and tangled on the dock

in sundays' best they're laid to rest

i quit my job at the armory and met you under the overpass

a siren on the highway

high and silently it passed

we laid between the evergreens i turned and heard you say

it's good to be young and free

everything that money brings sure don't mean a damn

while you lie beside me where this wild highway spans

the unicorn defends itself from man and hound alike

but it don't win and soon it's skinned

i stood outside your window i couldn't see within

your curtains faintly stirring like a restless little thing

i lit a smoke as morning broke

i knew it'd be a while

before i'd find peace of mind