All the kings men have been searching old wrecks in my head Where the hells Donny Spence been? Reading old books he can’t swim. Oh he’s on the coast, I miss him most.
I’m just drenched from squeezing rainclouds I go out at night to bring back medals from wars I didn’t fight Semi-formal Sunday best Found to black eyes my best yet.
Face to face with some crack head, sandpaper tongue at wits end Coal miners son at breakfast, medicine man to his friends Telephone wires circling my hear I was up for bear hugs in your bed Long shirt with campfire skin
The air feels different mostly, the world is spinning calmly Theres a wall to climb in ocean city and im not ready I go out at night, you get drunk and die.