The guy on the corner is waiting for you
he knows where you walk in the late afternoon
he knows that dream where your teeth start to crumble
he knows from the sound of your boots that they’re worn
he knows there’s a difference between two and a couple
he knows it was starless the night you were born
he knows the names of the children gone missing
he knows the number of stones in your path
he knows the sound of bones that are knitting
he knows what you did with the chances you had
he knows there’s a difference between lions and Christians
knows there's a difference between heroes and whores
he knows you would dance with a knife in your back
he knows it's five below zero outside
he knows you will walk through fire and glass
he knows your boots and the smell of your blood
the guy on the corner knows you will come.