Bonaduces Lectern Made Of Seashells
The plan was that we would take a final trip, so that we
could see the coastal strip where we used to beg for
change. Our shoes then were more duct tape than they were
shoes, full of sand and coated with glue. Hm, I guess
they're still that way. I can't add days to your life,
but I could add life to your days. Face down on a beach,
both trying to speak words bubble and they swell at a
lectern made of seashells. Flattened rocks that we'd
engrave with Spanish words we still retained. We'd skip
them south to Mexico, then watch as the mist turned into
rain, while the Doppler effect of trains would embellish
the night with drowsy notes. Chorus.
