(with Mark Mallman)nnnnwhen you spend your last dollar with nowhere to sleepnnwhen you stiffen your collar where the willow does weepnnwhen your child is not ready to dienntear them wings off and jump in the skynnwhen the rusted-out jukebox you once called your headnngets you trying to scream when you whisper insteadnnwhen you're wooing a cigarette ad to remember what you could've hadnnwhen the night gets you clinging to it nnand you sizzle inside like a pig on a spinnnjust remember the day side of things nnis home to the killers of dreamsnnnnthere's a list of dedications to singnnthere's a resident seed in your mindnnthere's a coffin that rolls down your street nnand the children that you've left behind nnand it's then you remember the milwaukee moonnnwhen your head filled with heat like a hot air balloon nnfrom the candy that babies your breath nnto the cradle that sucks at her breastnnnnwhen the night gets you clinging to it nnand you sizzle inside like a pig on a spinnnjust remember the day side of thingsnnremember the pain that it bringsnnwhen the night gets you clinging, nnyour mind starts a'ringingnnremember the day side of things. nnput yourself by the waysidennremember the day sidennit's home to the killers of dreams.