And That Rain, And Those Electric Whiskey Nights (Para Siempre)

 

and so we run with rain in our faces,

the entire North Atlantic,

and Moby Dick is dead, we say

but we run through electric guitar nights,

pop music and trolley buses

flat caps and red umbrellas

and a girl cries para siempre in some highrise,

 

para siempre, forever, she cries

 

and we drink in crowded bars

electric guitar nights, and

pop music on cobblestone streets

pop music and electric guitars

and drinks in crowded bars and

rain in our faces, and para siempre

 

para siempre in some highrise

 

and maybe Moby Dick isn’t dead after all,

some sailor says, maybe Moby Dick isn’t dead,

but I cannot recall last time you stared me down in half, and

 

we run through the rain, closer to the moon, dirty and

unshaved like dead cats on display downtown

rain dogs, lost in the night

and there’s nothing but electric guitars

pop music, trolley buses

flat caps and umbrellas and hashish and a girl in a highrise forever crying

 

para siempre, para siempre,

 

rain running

 

and her face

 

and Escondido, baby,

 

Escondido and desperado rodeo queens and gold octobers

 

and that rain and those electric whiskey nights