Every inch of grass is covered
By condensation crystalline
Tiny blades all cross each other
Absorbing every footfall in the front yard
In the morning

The clouds hang above me like lampshades
The sun is a lightbulb flickering through the dusty tassels below them
And I can’t see for shit cause I’ve been staring for so long

Living out a dual existence
As you straddle fear and action
One day to the next performance
You stop drinking and smoking reefer

Afternoon is a reflection
An inverse image of the dawn
As the negatives develop
Feel your way towards the coming evening, exhausted

Missed my stop again in slumber
When I woke up it was dark out
Walking by the train conductor yelling “last stop” takes his hat off
I walk off the pins and needles passing neighbors in their front yards
Miles from home my only regret is that I slept through the sunset

The brick of the buildings is crumbling around me
and pulsing like a wave
I catch the last train out
The last ones are the first to leave
The trees all leafing out in spring
And I’m out walking in the lamplight
Watching the dust fly
The scent of impending lightning is so heavy
And I retrace my footsteps
Through grass recollecting water
Like a wave, I’ll catch the last train out
The last ones are the first to leave
The trees all leafing out in spring
And I’m out walking
pulsing like a wave
I catch the last train out
The last ones are the first to leave
The trees all leafing out in spring
And I’m out walking