the heat is so great it plays tricks with the eye it turns the road to water and then from water to sky and there's a crack in the concrete floor and it starts at the sink there's a bathroom in a gas station and i've locked myself in it to think and back in the city the sun bakes the trash on the curb the men are pissing in doorways and the rats run in herds i've got a dream of your face that scares me awake i put too much on my table and now i got too much a stake and i might let you off easy yeah i might lead you on i might wait for you to look for me and then i might be gone where i come from and where i'm going and i'm lost in between i might go up to that phone booth and leave a veiled invitation on you machine