Searching for His Goth Queen

Under the sun, with a stop sign in hand. Sweat on his brow,

mockin' his land. Reptiles at night, dogs that obey. The world spins loud.

But he clears the way. He's searchin', he's searchin' his goth queen unseen.

The shadow to his sunlight, the edge to his sheen.

Forever ain't a word, it's a vow in his eyes, where loyalty burns

and the lonely survive. Hard hat, steel boots, he don't play

pretend. His heart's a fortress, but he's cravin' an end.

And nights with the moon talkin' to dogs, sharin' his dreams with the mist