Dust on the window the sun's darkened angle
Write your initials with mine

At this time tomorrow
I'll be just one day closer
One sunset further behind

In the morning I'll make up my mind
Always a whisper worthless and tender

A break in my arm that won't heal
You lie like a shadow
Your breath on my pillow

You won't let me keep what I steal
Tell me, where can a girl get a meal?

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Writer(s): GEORGE ALAN SPARHAWK