Your hair pinned up in circles. Worn like a widow to second the motion of second nature. Like two rafts knotted and ju-knotted. And still where sound is lost and found.
Caught without people or drink. I don't know what else to think. But Im going to grow wings and sing. "Amen, I'm checking out". . So withdrawing within the drawing room.
The greatest favorites, Willie and Max McGee. A brewer killer and a touchdown against the Chiefs. It's not my memory, it's everyone I could not be. I'm living vicariously on better authority.
Nothing feels good like you in red and blue jeans. And your white and night things.
I traced all of the letters on all of your letters. I traced all of the letters on all of your letters, love letters. . Let's talk about the sound of the phone outside of Texaco.
I don't know East Texas from Louisiana. And I don't know Alabama. Or where Atlanta lies tonight. And Indianapolis. . Summers in park and recreation pools.
Sometimes I wake up early to say goodbye. Just in case you don't come back. I know the coffee leaves by car. Because it goes fast really far. Then that's where you are.
By the way I say your name. I always know, and by the way, I always say your name. So lets talk about anything, you make up drinks, I'll make up things.
American girl. Your young country world. Sleeps like promising. And sleep is promising. . American girl. Queen radio plays ours. Slow fills the spaces.