Rock to the crescent moon But don't play along if you're not in tune Keep blowing all that steam Just cicada buzz, rustling leaves If your strings are rusted and broke Better change them fast before the rest are woken Fall catches up with shortening days And the years roll by in a flip-book Listen for me Rumble of an airplane overhead Don't tug on me I'm not a dove on a leash Can't teach you how to sing Stay in time or key Drink to the full moon Drink into tomorrow, start again at noon Drive on the freeway trashed Busted headlight, windshield scratched If your brains are swollen and wet Better dry them out before you lose your shit You start shaking like the dancing leaves Cicada convulsing as it dies in the street Listen for me Whistling Amtrak in the fog Don't tug on me I'm not your mother's sleeve Don't bring me stains to bleach A hungry mouth to feed I'm just a boxcar, a jug o' wine The spark in the night Cicada buzz before light (Devil bit my hand Teeth punctured skin Rose drips of a lipstick-kissed wrist Ran down my shaking fingers Getting all over my desk and white t-shirt.) I'm just a boxcar, jug o' wine The spark in the night Cicada buzz before light I'm just the rustling leaves Another grain on a beach Raindrop in a sea