Disappearing Ink

The shadows sink into the hills

The fences go on forever

In my hands I'm turning over

A bracelet that she wore



But she won't wear it anymore



The truck stops all start to look the same

I swear I saw that chain smoking lady again

Keep on moving I think I'm good for

A hundred miles more



Could things ever be how they were before?



A scent left on a sweater

Stuffed inside a dresser

A Polaroid that slips

Underneath your eyes



Pieces of different puzzles

Mixed up in the same box

And thrown into the blue