NO MAN'S LAND

FOR JAKE

No one's grieving. The crowd's leaving.

Our first goodbye showed in your eyes.

I'm unknown, alone,

outcast, my last

stand in no man's land.

The show's over. Give a hand.

Start your running. Morning's coming.

Heart on my shirt where it hurt--

without a trial, Boise exiled.

Give me the key:

love me, my one de-

mand in no man's land.

The show's over. Give a hand.

Stop your stalling. Road is calling.

Wrapping, packing, the sky's cracking.

Last kisses wet, last cigarette.

Pray hard, graveyard

nearby. Here I

stand in no man's land.

The show's over. Give a hand.

Stop your stalling. Road is calling.

My one demand in no man's land:

the show's over; give a hand.

Bells are tolling. Get to rolling.

Stop your stalling. Road is calling.

Start your running. Morning's coming.