question reads how'd you get a to b, want to be Did yr ship come in? shot from a cannon? Make sure yr helmet's tight, memorize seafarers, I'll be yr stand-in. looks like another long drive alone uninsured, must've expired. Wonder why none of us left around last that long, must be we're tired. If you say it's alright, well I guess that yr right, yeah, you sure said a mouthful.You shout lots of words I can't hear the beginnings of in the last chorus.Drunk in a parking lot, six for an audience, figure they're for us? Halfway to Edmonton, fence-posts like metronomes, stalled from the windshear. Not good with metaphors, might as well pack it in, why are we still here? If you say it's alright, well I guess that yr right, yeah, you sure said a mouthful. Think about all of the time we'd have saved. Could've started a volunteer fire brigade. Or extorted some kid selling lemonade. Figure nine miles an hour's enough today.

Vive death! Yeah this new disguise rusts up in winter, oughta crate it up for you. Hang out at arrivals getting thinner, strapped instructions on for you. Can't get what you want, the staples get stuck you see. There's no city map with pins where the impact's been. Don't stare at the clock, a week's not enough for me. Guess I didn't plan on every contingency. She has to steal supplies for her inventions, got these screws and nails from you. He says sorry, you can't maintain my attention.Rolls a dollar up for you. Don't stare at the clock, a week's like a wait and see.Or bid on forty-nine, post horns where they ought to be. We'll all sleep when we're dead, get set for some time that's free. Yeah I'll sleep when I'm dead, what more do you expect of me? Which lies? These lies.

this kid's got head cold, shouts "fire" in Maybe you'll learn to drive crowds. Sandpaper for upright, shoebox lost and found. Past tense when he needs it, I bet that he's proud.Goes down with a phrasebook like he doesn't know how.We ought to rig mailbombs, we ought to seed clouds.We ought to speak softly, fill graves and sleep sound.Like a wrench in a phonebooth, you can bet that he's proud.Goes down with a fistful, ought to not be allowed.She says I'm too loud. Close your phrasebook up, step up and say "have it made".

Let's play in traffic tie double knots for traction. Are plagiarists in fashion? She says "let's play in traffic. Let's cook up some accusations that'll stick." Says god hates divorces, but won't cite her sources. They're scraping out the furnace. You clap your hands to keep them warm, you never used to be this earnest. Goddamn you're always right. Maybe you ought to change your name to something that I can't even say. Maybe you lied and said you came, feel cheated? Well we all feel the same. Slumping over lecterns. Well she's afraid of left turns. Keep the edge serated; the old hands pass out the hat, it's hard to stay this jaded. Drive around in circles. Keep your bruises purple. Well hereâs for the old hands; we'll talk real slow and use small words so they all understand. Goddamn you're always right. Maybe you ought to change your name to something that I can't even say. Maybe you lied and said you came, feel cheated? Well we all feel the same. Maybe you picked an arm to sprain, I got half an hour, I got half a bottle left of my reputation.

Less like connecting flights you can't catch blind.Trace The last thing. with your finger how the route gets tied.Leave straws on tables while they paint outside. Try to remember the last thing that you said before goodbye. Yeah for sure, if youâre still sure. So self assured for this much, when it's all written down. What's he heard, if that's what hurts? You're still insured from this much when it's all written down.I'm going to say what I mean this time; I've had a lot that's been on my mind. We still talk with stethoscopes, you don't seem to mind. Try to remember the last thing that you said before goodbye.Or what I've got time for. Underline the titles that you think might fly. Overnight to many distant cities we tried.

Five by five she saves a bribe for the coast guard. But this looks like it might hurt. They want the rent on a post card. I can't fuck through this iceberg. Did it almost sound like it might work? She got the wheelchair at auction. Got a head for a good word. She thinks grammar's an option. It takes a dollar to make one. Did it almost sound like it might work?

so you heard that we're having a firesale. Does the kerosene Firesale still smell that strong? Better hurry up with your purchase cause we wonât be in business that long. Did the printer leave an invoice, did they ship it here on time? Are you sure about the typeface, is the text all still in line? We'll have to redo the edges when the water gets under the floor. Do you like the new seams in the tile work? Do you like the new name on the door? Empty cans get a seat by the window, thinning hair needs a drink and a rest. Always singing us "radio city" songs, but the coatrack thinks "third" is their best.

Denmark if you drive far enough in a car small enough, you get airtime on Danish documentary television. Is your car wide enough it can hide all of us from our by-lines in animated shorts for intermissions? If we steelbelt this stuff can we file antitrust? Here's the flightplan. Are arsenals still a question at admissions? Is yr car up to snuff are you sure that you trust citizen's band? This flightplan shows a couple of omissions. You're a fixture. Are you bitter? Post the flightplan on the public band it's worth something.

we're still mercator this far inland, might curve the test Mercator scores, with the lights left on.Just got our bid in on the oilsands, taped to the fridge door, with the lights left on. Still saving up to have a burial at sea, in a photo I don't have the time to get rid of. Our mouths are cracking at the edges, windburned and salt-scored, with the lights left on. Might take a while to drain the trenches; try drilling off-shore, with the lights left on. Now hereâs our chance to stage a burial at sea.