Etc..Etc..

And it is another lonely Alabama night,
And something slow and dark is dreaming it's way from the stereo
1000 cigarettes line the ashtray
And outside now,
At 2 am,
The sound of high heels on the balcony
Crushes it all down
And a million lights and songs
Pour out of the houses, apartments, caves,
In this slow dazed town
A million different voices, minds, hearts
Souls?
And each one is like a moth
Flying right into the candle
A puff of smoke, a funny smell
And nothing,
Dust, ashes, and a wrinkling of the nose
And the good Texas Night never seemed so far
Away
With it's magic and sweet sensual voice
Like Garbo drunk on cheap beer
 Marilyn on a thousand hits of acid
Like that girl you had a crush on in 1st grade
There is no heart to this one
No sky going on forever and ever
No tragic memories or laughter to give it
Soul
This is a night for crosses burning in ignorance
 A Wrath of god
Beating of wives and daughters
Prom Queen suicides
Etc. etc...