Signals Midwest Pin
Disrupted dirt and sinking sediment
Underneath every new development
I made a sound but couldn't pin it down
And spent a decade trying to follow it around
With factories blooming fluorescence and steam
The city's a story still developing
The turnpike gate clamps down to start the scene
Like a shutter snapping candids of a dream
You're whiskey and soda, mid-afternoon
You mix it strong so there's a crack amongst the croon
We're taking shelter, throwing darts at works of art
Or tossing rings on strings at nails in the backyard
So if there's love here
Then i have seen it
Then i have known it in its volatile grace
Concrete and water
Dappled with dirt and sunlit signals
Singing soft refrains of how there's just so many other things to be
