Can you describe the place?
Did you wait all night long?
It's safe to underestimate the way the trees imitate the solid way we stood, weeding out all the good, sitting in whenever we could to stand corrected.
I'm forgetting all the dates, cold as cash cards.
Blame it on the states.
All we'd kill for, drinking the remains on tops of taxis and underneath the trains.
(Just outside Olympia, right around Toledo, there's a road to Fargo that's a light in Boise, inside Tampa where lights are noisy, 'round and around to Flagstaff, worked by fists in the mine shaft, now get next to Reno where circles stand still in Dallas, can't get next to "feel it," kneeling by the glass in Barstow, kneeling by the bar in the fresh snow.)
One more half-life staring at your shoes.
All we'd die for and never ever lose.
I'm living on champagne downtown.
I'm making this easy for you.
I'm staying out all night.
I'm making this easy.