Doing time for cutting traintracks
all up and down the sea-sky
fresh and black over mountaintops
dipped in sugar-fine and all the time
I'm clack-clack-clackin'
off my mouth now that it's headed south
Oh, ain't it fine today?
Tucked and tired up on each other
on porches in the late December
when the sun is bright and all
it's all fine, fine, we're all fine
Clock's ticking past the closing time,
but we're all alright
Oh, ain't it right today?
Can't you see here?
Tangled up in sunshine,
she is--up and lying
through her teeth: it's all okay
she's all okay
we're all okay
Tasting dust on my tongue
'cause it's been so long since I said
anything worth listening to
And we're lookin' down on the explorers
from the tree-top canopy and we are
laughing from the tips of our roots
to our leaves
And if we fall, we fall
and it'll be okay
won't matter at all
Oh, ain't that fine?
It won't matter at all.
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