I've got the gawks and I am picking up your quirks   Not another dead bird!   You catch all but the gulls   There's enough oil here to slick back our stray hairs forever      Lorraine, they say   Your gray is grace   And your decay will wash away   Lorraine, your rain has bleary eyes   Blinking for the skyline      Shelter is easy but it's home you can't find   At least it takes time   I've got the fear and I am tugging at your sleeve   Not another dead word!   You will kill nonsense dead   There's enough sulk here to swallow the youngest tear   In clouds forever      Never seen a shooting star   Mistaken for a meteor   From the crowded Erie shore   There you were      I've got the shakes   And I am praying for your grace   Quickly, before I move away   You're a karma bomb      There's not enough movement here to fuse rivers and divisions for a minute   Lest forever      Lorraine, they call you here   You're supposed to see it   That the city makes its own stars   They catch fire      There's hope in your shadows   Dark only in the sickest ways   If we squint 'til the heavens are clear   You'll be near   I come to you bearing plenty   All of it worthless probably   Can you take the worst from me?   Can you take the fool out of me?      Lorraine, I'd say   Your gray is grace   And your nasty will vindicate