Kick out the chair, tell the truth Ain't just been pictures hanging under this roof My heroes have always been sad smog-eyed tragedies Ain't no exception in you But what a fight you put up Tin foil and a clear jar to catch those lightning bugs What air does enter, air must leave You took the light in a long with the evening And who am I to say who's to go, who's to stay? Every word you wrestled to the page I keep as company in quiet hours Listening to the boards creak Every line I mark under the window Where the porch light leaks With a pen I will not go to sleep until I hear you speak