Well she said that I would find her nAt a ten cent diner by the tracks at a hundred and third.nAnd as I order my coffee nI can see that it’s obvious she’s hanging on my every word.nBut she don’t care about strangers and the unsaid danger nCoz she’s living in the in between.nCoz she could take her last breath from the hands of death nAnd get away if you know what I mean.nnWell her daddy was a man who didn’t give a god damn nWhether mamma liked him much or notnAnd the scars on his face showed a time and a placenThat he wishes that she might have forgotnBut she don’t cry anymore when he comes through the doornShe’s just happy that he made it homenCoz they’re raising a son with a knife and a gunnBut I guess that’s the way that it goesnnAnd she says the sun don’t shine, the sun don’t shine for menWhat did you think I’d mean? nI said the pain don’t stop; I’m a cancer can’t you seenThe sun don’t shine, the sun don’t shine for menAnd it’s just a fallacy nBut when the rain don’t stop then don’t mess around with mennWell her brother got arrested and the jury requested nthat the man go down to the rownAnd as he’s standing in line for his turn and his time nthat he’ll meet on up with the lordnHe says, “The finders keep and the losers weep, nand I’m on my last defensenAnd I may be a fake with a thousand mistakes nbut I’m a man who is innocent”nnWell the rain don’t stop for the beat of the clock when the beat of the clock is my heartnAnd the messenger died from the tension and pride and the pieces that pulled him apartnAnd the walls won’t speak but I don’t need them standing in the waynCoz taking my time is a way to collide with everyone today