I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad where the west was all but won. all alone, smoking his last cigarette. i said 'where you been?' he said, 'ask anything'.
where were you when everything was falling apart? all my days were spent by the telephone that never rang. and all i needed was a call that never came to the corner of 1st and Amistad.
Lost and insecure you found me. lying on the floor surrounded. why'd you have to wait? where were you? just a little late you found me.
but in the end everyone ends up alone. losing him, the only one who's ever known who i am, who im not, who i wanna be. no way to know how long he will be next to me.
the early morning, the city breaks and i've been calling for years and years and you never left me no messages. you never sent me no letters. you've got some kind of nerve taking all i want!
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