Stick to the right of the current And the morally passable errands And the horribly plausible days And the rights, and the wrongs, and the grays Because here you're a migrant at midnight And in hindsight an idiot And I see that you fear to forget That the truth is so ugly, a myriad Of colors that make you regret Deadly like dusk for a driver Blinding because eyes believe The specters of twilight And mirages conceived But never remember, memory lame Forever feign paradise And the dark of your eyes Will absolve all the evil the same A migrant at midnight A child born of pan and of pain Aim high as your father below And low as the stars in the sky And the world will remember your name