Last night I dreamt that we were soaring high above the rooftops. Dodging powerlines, nothing on our minds, but each other.      And then I woke up alone, cuddling to my pillow. Spending my days telling my secrets to my guitar.      Headlights are straining to fill the horizon. See a distorted view of night skies. Throught broken glass and fogging windows. Wind wistles through my shaking door. Clock is stuck on one.      And then I woke up alone, cuddling to my pillow. Spending my days telling my secrets to my guitar.      Billboards of better lives.   My bad disposition.   Singing till it stops.   Just as I pause to listen.