Pals

Three kids rolled out from Glendale heat, a plan three cords and a cracked backseat. June 1990 chasing a sound, desert stars where the dream broke down. Jay hit drums, wild and clean. Mark played low, chasing gasoline. The other Mark laughed and said “let’s go,” Jane’s Addiction blasting on the stereo.

Neon nights, the desert sky, broken strings, and alibis. We swore we’d make it young and high. man, It felt like forever then.

35 years and I still rewind that Tempe Hayes that state of mind. We were young guns with a rented dream, but now it’s just pixels on a phone screen. Billy the Kid wouldn’t ditch his men, but they let the desert win again. Ride on my outlaw friends, ride on till this story ends.

The bottle cracked. I slipped too far. They called my folks while I was at the bar. Rehab walls, fluorescent glow, came back home, They’d let me go. My bed was gone. The rent was paid. Their songs went on. They let mine fade. Guess it’s easier when I’m not there, but I still see the ghosts we shared.

Time moves fast and hearts grow thin. We talk online now and then. pretend the cracks Were never in the walls, We built way back then.

35 years and I still rewind that Tempe Hayes, that state of mind. We were young guns with a rented dream, now it’s just pixels on a phone screen. Billy the Kid wouldn’t ditch his men, but they let the desert win again. Ride on my outlaw friends, ride on till the story ends.

Would we still fall apart if I could stay? Would we still burn out in that same old way? Am I the ghost you try to forget or just a song you have not played yet?

35 years and I still believe, some hearts don’t heal, They just learn to breathe. I think sometimes what could’ve been, to the band that never made it in. Billy the Kid would’ve stood by his men, but we let the desert win again. Yeah the desert won again. ride on my friends, ride on.