Dirty nails never fail
To catch the dust that looms
A parsed out time, between the lines
In cloudy foreign rooms
Dirty sails never fail
To reach the port of call called home
With compa** still, and where bearings k**
Any semblance of the unknown
The purest of the greenest gra**
Lies right beneath our feet
Between the need and want we're torn
But in bags we sleep as dead as leaves
And each morning we're reborn