I know you'll never
I found an abandoned motel. Way out in the fog. On a day that never got past morning. I drink wine in my motel room. I drink wine in the fog. On a day that never got past morning. I wonder if you would visit me. If you died and found yourself way out here. In the fog. You could come to my room. I would pour you a plastic cup of wine. And we could watch the fog haunt the window and the trees. And I would put my arm around you. And we could dial something on the telephone when the day gets dark. We could call someone and listen to the wind blow through the telephone.