Here in the city the lights will follow you home
Like there’s a prize for letting them show who you are: honest, proud, but afraid you’ll let them get in your way.
Their night overshadow your day.
But Constance be sure as the fire, belligerent and stuck up as the dawn.

“Ushers help the tired old moon off the stage.
He’s just a keeper of old facts promises and delicate pacts-cigarette ash on his slacks “

So go and lead the life you want good shining bright for your neighbors, haters catching their debtors and they fight you on your way back home to them.

Let them take what they can.

Out in the country the lights will meet you at home with the in-laws-airing out your lovers old sheets all their past and future crimes are right where they hang them on the line in the yard where you’ll bury the dog when he dies.

So go and lead the life you want good shining bright for your neighbors, haters catching their debtors and they fight you on your way back home to them.

Let them take what they can.

Ode to Geology with her lines in the sand
Her makeup ruined by tears
Cause they can’t find her man
My queen your smile is enough reassuring as the touch
The orphan holds his inheritance again.


So go and lead the life you want good shining bright for your neighbors, haters catching their debtors and they fight you on your way back home to them.

Let them take what they can.