Outside around the side

form a circle forwar I'm an

outsider on the side

formerly a farm-boy

inside I'm on the side

i'm divided undecided

back then around again

second time's a charm boy



upside mortified

rubber-necking bottle-necking

smoke-stacks cigarettes

polish on the details

i try to stay inside

eyes and ears and curtains closing

they lie on their sides

casualties of retail



back then the earth was green

dirt was black and the air/water was clean

and then upon the scene

cars and trucks and gasonline

inside i'm petrified

i don't want to hide/watch it anymore



black or white/left or right or in between

i'm never really sure which way i lean

hey mister what does it mean he said

cars and trucks need gasoline.