(with Mark Mallman)      when you spend your last dollar with nowhere to sleep   when you stiffen your collar where the willow does weep   when your child is not ready to die   tear them wings off and jump in the sky   when the rusted-out jukebox you once called your head   gets you trying to scream when you whisper instead   when you woo in a cigarette ad to remember what you could've had   when the night gets you clinging to it and you sizzle inside like a pig on a spit   just remember the dayside of things is home to the killers of dreams   there's a list of dedications to sing   there's a resident seed in your mind   there's a coffin that rolls down your street    and the children that you've left behind    and it's then you remember the milwaukee moon   when your head filled with heat like a hot air balloon    from the candy that babies your breath to the cradle that sucks at her breast   when the night gets you clinging to it and you sizzle inside like a pig on a stick   just remember the dayside of things   remember the pain that it brings   when the night gets you clinging your mind starts a-ringing   remember the dayside of things.    _ yourself by the wayside   remember the dayside   it's home to the killers of dreams.