You Get Older

He left the morning after

Panicked and confused

The night it was a blur

But his knuckles they were bruised

The sign just flipped to open as he stumbled from the store

A pack of smokes, a lighter that he stole out of her drawer

Oh, you get colder

You get older

Every day

In the back of a velvet cherub

Collecting all the scraps

A coaster with a number

And a dented baseball bat

Dialed unfamiliar digits

Maybe deep into Durango

There’s a city made of tin cans, and another made of gold

Oh, you get colder

You get older

Every day

And we’re searching high and low

For a place to call home

From Techalote to Brisbane

Tucson to Jerome

The whip-poor-wills are waking as he loads another flat

No family of his own, just the ones that he forgot

Oh, you get colder

You get older

Every day