Charmers

it changes when the charmers really
 want you. they fall in line, barely standing.
 and i wanna want 'em like i wanted you.
 they don't collide: call it a landing. as
 soon as i move i'm just behind you. pass along
 as fallout to the next one. what'd ya
 really need? did you let it out? i wonder
 if the foundation's settling; it wasn't deep
 as it was going down. all of the golden
 roads were taken. i guess i gave up
 somewhere close to closing-----a blue-horizon
 -blown is still a light, but, i coulda
 gone back without knowing, shot and sown
 and not home tonight. of all of the soft
 turns we wore out, could you've shown me
 the whole show? something will change or
 stay down: another name you'll never know