Have you ever walked into a room To feel the feel of someone you used to know? Someone old, someplace new. I come home with six cold keys From a closed Hilo jail; Six cold keys the size of forearm bones. We plant three bulbs for later. When it's later we pull one. It's a hot day, it's a hot day, it's a hot day And we are so amazed how slow it is to wilt. I wear my crush just like a plaid on a vest That I never take off not even when it's hot. There are some days That leave the taste of an orchard So I bake them into something sweet.