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