I slept under the starry sky
on an island… behind Sears
‘Twas cold, but wasn’t raining
no rain had fell in years
I may have dreamt a little
I really don’t recall
But I woke up to a broiling sun
the bliss of sleep dissolved

I rolled over and faced
the lonely girl who was with me
I wished like hell to tell her then
how different things would be
How we could be together
like a fam’ly with a home
But nothing was there I could say
that the years hadn't better shown

Down the hill we walked away
from the island behind Sears
How could we know that both our lives
would go downhill for years?
Jails and institutions
and a death sentence for her
But worst of all: the living life
while dieing as we were!

I sat within a jail cell
when rain began to fall
The rain that came to wash me clean
was there within the walls
I didn’t even have a prayer
but I prayed just the same
And there began the simple trail
that led me sane again

Today my travels took me past
the island behind Sears
I know that other refugees
camp there marooned in tears
It’s easy not to notice them
a decade having gone
But ev’ry now and then I look
and know where I belong