Who Put Out the Light?

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