Checking in every morning. To the sound of steam and caffeine. The sludge in the bottom of the cup. Just like the sludge in the stream. Slag heap keep growing higher.
Now I walk through the day. Through the open fields. And I walk to my truck. To my truck and drive away. . To the road. Through the broken road and trusted road.
Checking in every morning. To the sound of steam and caffeine. The sludge in the bottom of the cup. Just like the sludge in the stream. . Slag heap keep growing higher.