Lost

"I am afraid that I am lost if I put out the candle tonight,
but is it in the fist that opens that has the key to what's inside?
And I didn't travel three hundred miles to find myself on this shore,
let alone buy some time I have already paid for.

This cold handsome devil, a tall image of a man,
tells you what your looking for and to leave while you can.
A teardrop, what does it tell you, is it begging you to understand?
Is it all you've ever needed? A simple way to show that you can't."

I wrote that originally eons ago sitting on a beach at sunrise in Catalonia. The text found its rightful place in a song called "No One Home in Heaven".  And, I find myself humming the melody tonight.