Lyrics

Know how the sprinkler makes great arcs low and up again? It's like a curbside ode tracing the trim wet lawns To the sewers and drains To the rivers and lakes To evaporate and return as rain? We barreled a car across the state Wore out our tapes Halted on salted roads Between receding lakes The wind clipped through the reeds The alternator shot The dashboard lights shut off The car was dark We began to freeze We drummed our hands on our knees A tuneless tone marked for home Came through rhythm free