There they sit staring, and why not?
Why are they there, though, and why am I here
at the back of this cemetery lot?
They\'re sitting calmly at their fire...
are they drinking beer?
Hmm.
I remember waking up this night with my clothes by my side.
I remember the tombstone, and the anxiousness to proceed.
The feelings of grass on my feet, and nothing to hide.
Carrying my clothes, I guess I was newly freed.
Strange.
There\'s the gate that I needed to walk through.
Behind that gate was something true, a place I had to go to,
but it wasn\'t possible this night.
A white truck with black windows was coming through.
Blacker than black were windows with no view.
Somehow, I couldn\'t let them see me.
Somehow, I was naked and afraid.
That truck was everything that should not be,
and because of it, another path was laid.
So down the graveyard road I went,
unperceived.
Two joggers came running by.
It\'s funny how they couldn\'t see me, but it was dark,
and I guess that\'s just my lot in life.
Walking through a cemetery unseen and stark,
with two campers as witness at the back of a midnight park.
Why didn\'t I put on the clothes?
Who the hell knows.