I found God
on the corner of First and Amistad
Where the west
was all but won
All alone
Smoking his last cigarette
I said, where you been?
He said, ask anything.
Where were you?
When everything was falling apart.
All my days spent by the telephone.
That never rang
And all I needed was a call
It never came
To the corner of First and Amistad
Lost and insecure, you
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