This acrid place exists 

Behind the back of my mind

I’ve been there and would rather forget

The greasy streets and unfriendly eyes

Falling slowly to mix my face with the ground

I have been there and tasted the bitter fruit

Contempted into the ladies bar

Riding there my mind

All the while they watch me come

Come further into their pieds-à-terre

I cannot stand and cannot leave it behind

Forgiveness cannot be sewn

I close my eyes and try to forget family and friends

Ride beyond the blurred horizon

The fruit still tainting the back of my tongue 

I’ve forgotten your name

The only woman I’ve ever loved

Their greasy fingers clawing me into their greasy pool

Treading into their wont

I am terrified by my hatred

Riding harder into the night 

I have forgotten you my love

I am gone