I made the bed like a soldier, poured myself another sky-blue I told the devil on my shoulder don't you have something to do? I left a trail of sulfur matches, dared the sun to miss her cue You'll never recognize your voice when you're asking who put out the light I heard the sirens and lit a cigarette for Mona Lisa I left the key in the door of a house I'm burning to the ground The cops are digging for the bones of an answer that can't be found You never recognize your voice when you're asking who put out the light Well it's one for the wagon and one for the rubber room They trace him in chalk on a Labor Day afternoon They found no name but he's missing his last gold tooth I bet my time on a bullet riding down the ragged line I split the morning down the middle, I kissed the moon between the eyes The paper told me all they knew but the ink wasn't there to dry You never recognize your voice when you're asking who put out the light Crows will heckle from a wire, blinking in my broken taillight The clock is melting on a fence, dripping like a leaky roof I'm dealing out another city, aces on the avenue You never recognize your voice when you're asking who put out the light