week fortytwo: gone pt.3

gone pt.3

she said i’ll take you to the coast
lake erie buffalo
we can watch the fireworks
keep each other laughing through it all

all the whistle in the reeds
all the thunder crack heat
her and i in the dark
everybody else the enemy

and they were coming on
singing their old songs

it’s a dangerous town
it’s a barn burning down
we were always dressing up
hunting for a way to get out

and they were coming on
singing their old songs

but we were gone
through the high beams
on their crime scenes
all her and me
hollering up to god
what you got we don’t want
through the ragweed
forever staggering
writing our songs
hallelujah
crack of dawn
morning came
we were gone

all raining in toronto
gray water in the throttle
left the car to cary ann
caught a ride with cattle to chicago 

never got where we were going
or maybe did and didn’t notice
sparks on a line of hay
shining all the way to the explosion

and they were coming on
singing their old songs

and we were gone
sneaking on the bus
sun just coming up
geese of canada
cliff edge
road swung
river winding
we were gone
through the ragweed
forever staggering
writing our songs
hallelujah
waking up
morning on a high cold dawn
dew frozen on the lawn
we were working on
throat dry
crackle eyed
four claw track of dogs
her and i
hearts wide
high tide coming on

though the high beams
on their crime scenes
all her and me
hollering up to god
what you got we don’t want
through the ragweed
falling gladly
writing our songs
hallelujah
crack of dawn
morning came
we were gone