step into heavy water, rose up to your knees

spit shined shoes, john phillip sousa, and domestic oil pcbs



he's counting bank days telling her," everything will work out right..."

watching distant early warning lights fan out across the sky



he hitch hikes back from out west, two time zones away

he's dreaming of a week with her hold up and gets sent back the second day



everything will work out right



she sits on her steps in a black evening dress and painted eyes

the street lights on and her father groans, "she's been waiting out there 

since five!"



watching the ukrainian men and night shift on the street

standing in the shadow of the old ways where the future used to be



saying, "Everything will work out right..."