You may be the Devil
but I own the gun
and in my dream I could
hear you sing the two
of you harmonizing downstairs
I almost cried
in my dream
then I saw the airliner
turning too low from the the window at work
"they're gonna have to pull up!"

but I like to sleep with the window open
I used to be able to hear the sound of a train
from my window
no one knew what it was
"There's no train around here"
but they heard it too
and I could see the bay
just a little sliver of blue green
see, right there
living on bed rock never seemed so shaky
as a summer in san francisco
Mark Twain never said that