Bluefish

Take care
 She will fall on you like weather
 You don't hear a thing but the beating of wings
 And the lights go out
 So there you are
 Standing in the doorway with a cigarette
 You say "Hey rock and roll
 Did you really have to sell your soul
 Or were you just playing the fool?
 That shame is mine, you know, I've done it too
 Nineteen's fire in the lighthouse is burnout at twenty-two"
 She will come to any whispered invitation
 Try to send her away,
 She did not come here to play
 She ain't leaving empty-handed
 And there we are
 Here we are
 You say "Time isn't mine to save or to waste
 But I might stick around til the season changes shoes
 The fortunate ones will always get to choose
 Nineteen's fire in the lighthouse is burnout at twenty-two"