Neon Cain

Three-fifteen at the chevron sign Coffee black and the horizon line Brother's blood on a chrome receipt Mile marker forty-three

And the neon hums like a hymn I knew And the asphalt sweats out the night I do And the radio plays a song I sold And the gas pump's older than I am old

Neon Cain, neon Cain Brother's blood at the gas-pump rain Eighty-three was a hell of a year Still got the smell of him here

Bought a coke and a paper map Asked the clerk for the nearest gap She had a face that I almost knew She had eyes like the ones I drew

And the neon hums like a hymn I knew And the asphalt sweats out the night I do And the radio plays a song I sold And the gas pump's older than I am old

Neon Cain, neon Cain Brother's blood at the gas-pump rain Eighty-three was a hell of a year Still got the smell of him here

Some folks drive til the morning comes Some folks count the borrowed sums Some folks find a town that don't ask And some folks wear a neon mask

Neon Cain, neon Cain Brother's blood at the gas-pump rain Eighty-three was a hell of a year Still got the smell of him here Still got the smell of him here

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