Brassy Sun
S. Carey
Wide open, you
Tiny on a rock ledge
Feet dangled
In the brassy sun
Where have I been?
Where have I been?
Where have I been?
In a drug daze
In that sun gaze
In that glossy haze
And do I know you?
Do I even know you?
In that photo fright of you
Where have I been?
Where have I been?
Where have I been?
