At the End of the Lightning

The western approaches go by in a flash And the joke I call home is just a party I crash So I lie on the pillow so desperate to go Back to the playground of the show I look from the window, watch the world standing still Feel the floorboards sliding with just the force of will I taste the dirt of the cities that I thundered through See the battalions of taxis that I fell into At the end of the lightning is the life that I know I hit the ground like a hailstone and melt into the flow As you lay dying I was coasting on a shaky stage Living large at the end of the lightning Tearing out another page My five o'clock shadow Has turned to midnight snow I share laughs with your widow But the punchline I don't wanna know I pine for the motion and long for the van to go Be at the other end of the lightning With the ground so far below