I wish you were a horse
so that we could ride
far away from this place
where I beg you to notice.
We'd ride into the sunset
and never look back
at all who bet against us.
The odds aren't good,
and I'm not a gambler.
Sunset looks so beautiful
heading West to the promised land
of opportunity, of dreams,
of pink and purple landscapes
spread out under the evening heat.
Neon flickering on, sun going down,
you going with it.
Dust tracks in the desert sand
where I stand penniless and thirsty.
My dreams cannot quench me.
Chilled in the deepening darkness.
Led on by the mirage
that beckons me
to shelter, to warmth, to wishes.