Fake Fur Coat

Behold the drift of a distant sun
Cold as my own heart
Blind at the edge of no return
Every time I dare depart
I believe the myth may illuminate
An anchor in the dry weeds
At the end of July in a fake fur coat
Hoping that your heart
still needs me
I can see there's
beauty in bubble gum
I'm rolling up my sleeves
To advertise the new freedom
I accept I can't receive
Behold the gift of a distant sun
Canyons full of loose bones
The nettles and the brambles
and the jack ditch boss
Thundering down from his throne