Almost here... The bedsheets unmade and it's midday, Inebriate the memories, I know I'm a solitary beast sometimes. Almost here... And these blank pages waiting to be written, Blackout in the neighborhood, Oh priest have I been smitten? Two wheels along the highway, Thick jungle dawn, you followed, Our clothes drenched, bittersweet the same. Almost here... I know I'm a solitary beast sometimes.