If I should fall asleep on the drive home, wake me up 
when we get there. Like fields we pass along the way we 
change rapidly. A song can be heard from an old wooden 
house, the chorus only children knew. I reached for their 
high melody, my voice cracked and refused. The street 
lamps pointed fingers as I squinted to see dots in the 
distance come true. And the children grew as they came 
closer to me. He passed right by where I was standing on 
the front porch, yesterday. He walked into my living 
rooms, and sat down like my belongings. Two strangers 
introducing: who can say just how they are? Well each 
party has it's witnesses. I try to keep track of myself 
while everyone keeps moving to some hidden, meanwhile 
place. As I trade the lies for smoke and wine, but I sell 
my soul for free. Keep telling yourself the less we have, 
the happier we'll be. Oh and the happier it will be. It's 
plain to see invisible minds are working in this place. 
The miracles are showing on every face. Canoe, canoe, 
down the falls from mountain to ocean. But even at the 
peak of the happiest day. My heart turned to a night when 
your love ran dry. Empty creases where the water once ran 
to save me.