Illinois is Overflowing.
I’m so tired of water.Three inches of rain in the passenger side.The intestines of cassette tapesare shining at the curb,begging just one more play,begging just one more ride,but I just
Drown.
It’s all the past-tense beautiful onesThey’re working in these barsThey keep the lights dimmed down down downIn the hope that the years don’t grow And they look up to the
Counting.
I spent 8 hours driving yesterdayseems only 4 spent movingI spent since Friday on the road and roaringand since this morning I’ve been stalledit’s been 4 dayssince I last touched
Bulldozer.
Oh those men they frighten mewith their talk of cars and gunsand I was hoping you might comfort mewith sense and eyes and skin breathing is the momentit’s the moment