We live for parking lots

And waiting around for no reason

Guilty of nothing

Nothing so subtle

Onlookers make up a strange herd of listeners


We have been here before

Aligned with the blankness of buildings

Shifting and halting

Taking a half-step

constantly mumbling is making a comeback

The patterns keep proving that all things get better


All winter

The backs of heads make better friends

All winter long


There is a well of tires

Outside South Strafford and Sharon

Repeating the nature

Is coming together

Take off the next place to get through the weather

I've seen the records

And all things get better