A Johnny Cash guitar

i'm thinking
while i'm looking at your machines
outside of my window
there's a forest fire of dreams
and i'm walking onto the stage
waiting while you hand me
a jacket full of rage

and you put it on my shoulders
while you pulled me down and said
go west on sixty-fourth street
before the flowers are all dead

i'm thinking
while i'm singing inside the shower
my holding cards are no good
it'll be midnight in an hour
and i'm walking onto the stage
reading while you hand me
some other person's page

and you rub it on my fingers
while you pulled me down and said
the magic is believing
before the flowers are all dead

i'm thinking
while i'm waiting for your answer
inside a cracker jack box
a dreamer and a dancer
and i'm sitting in the club car
drinking while you hand me
a Johnny Cash guitar

and i strum it in the evening
while you pulled me down and said
go west on sixty-fourth street
before the flowers are all dead