Bummer Car: They smuggled clouds and boredom all across the state line, / So run your bummer car into a ditch of sunshine. / Midnight sky lights up. You would think it was daytime. / Someone's mind has gotta change and you know it won't be mine. / Footprints in the dust lead in this direction. / The man's not gonna like it; man, he hates rejection. / We're going somewhere colorful, a sweet destination. / Boss is not gonna like it; boss, he hates vacation. / The doldrums are a hard thing to escape, / But reach out and mold your day like a crazy shape. / The same line that I'm caught on tempts you too. / Now swim out to the dock and start anew. / They catch you changing tires at the side of the sand road, / As useless as a bottle at the annual can show. / Single lane traffic to the meet and greet, now. / You get a tan just from sitting in the passenger seat, now. / Travel with a sack on a wooden dowel. / Then stretch out near the water on a jumbo towel. / Wake up to the splashes on your feet at high tide. / Ferris Wheel's leaving. See if you can hitch a ride. / She says watch winter leave, steady as a snail, / But the lightbox on the counter tells a different tale. / The logic of the box is hard to attack. / When you stare into the light, the light stares back.
Track Name: The Breath
The Breath: The breath of your extinct fancy / winged and writhing / frowning so hard as to be audible / draining one's possessions from a conical purse / tipped over / desperately shaken for pathetic drops / wintergreen air freshener / frosted tips / the narrow sunglasses of decay / smoldering rubble in a snifter, gently rocked / thrown back among the tin can dinosaurs and bent nail helixes / hand sandwich / burnt and sweating / keeping oneself at bay / typing in fits and starts, throwing the words down a shaft, spaced out, meaningless.