wrote this a while back

is that me in the streetlight?
or is that me in a dusky field?
Can you tell me where I'm going, babe
Come and show me what is real

Are you a denim angel girl
or are you some midnight queen?
don't know who you are, but
won't you come save me?
won't you come save me?

I'm laying on my bedroom rug
I'm drunk somewhere our west
trying to find the golden answer
or fighting just for simple rest

Maybe you've heard enough
or maybe you can still believe
you don't know who I am, but
won't you come save me?
won't you come save me?

I just keep breaking too much
but I can't stop opening my door
maybe you're sick of my hurting
maybe you can stand a little more

Now all I've got is coffee and hunger
or will morning give me more to see?
I know you could go anywhere, but
won't you come save me?
won't you come save me?

Outside there's frost in the dirt
and I've gotten so damned tired
I'd go out there and breathe out ghosts
but nothing will cool this fire

and I'm too confused to care
if I'm lost, found, or somewhere between
but you know that I'm too alone
so won't you come save me?
won't you come
save me?