Out in the yard cave wires are burning. Can't see too far today, over there. Feel against your skin. Heat comes from nowhere. . When the smoke is gone.
How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat?. All alone on the sea just something drifting by. I always will remain somewhat grim about the future.
It's not every day I see you waiting here. On the front porch of the store telling tales. I've come a hundred miles from the everglades. And if you've got some time, tell me of your day.