I awake to a voice calling from the other side of the wall
I am alone and tangled in a web of backward thought

The Mexican girl with the luminous skin
Sponged my face that had fallen on the dosshouse floor

The Mexican girl with the web on her elbow
Had eyes like windows and legs like a door

I lay there three days dying, three days or maybe more
We couldn’t close the windows and we sure couldn’t open the door

I love women, but I always loved drugs more
Even when I was in ‘em, I was halfway out the door to score

I kissed the Spider Woman and she spun me deep inside her silk
Hung me from the door frame, rubbed me in argan oil and milk

How many blue skies were lost there, how many missed opportunities?
How many knocked doors unanswered, how many phones left to ring?

How many days lived in the centre of the web, alone and scared?
How often did I call along the threads, only to find nobody there?

I am alone and tangled in a web of backward thought
I am the voice calling from the other side of the wall