Do we live to live?
Or is there some other reason
Clogging up our passion pores

Years of
Rust and dust
Layered like flannel blankets in winter
On the necks of the glass angels
Hanging
From the tree that weeps in the back
And the Red Ryder parked underneath
With its one missing wheel
And chipping red paint
Decay never looked so good

It’s July
But the Christmas lights don’t come down
Why should they?
When you’ve got something to celebrate
365 days out of the year
Why can’t we dance?
Simply because we’ve got two working legs
And an old ukulele

Oh my beautiful
Doublewide trailer bride
Don’t you look stunning
Under that white hot sun
The black diamonds in the mine
Are nothing compared to your
Tobacco stained smile
And the ladies in town
Well they can gab all they want
Because I know
You wait for no one

Parked on the edges of the earth
With the secrets to life in your chassis
You wait for no one