John K. Samson Highway 1 West
Too far to walk to anywhere from here. [x4]
And it didn't take long
for the words to slow,
roll over the gravel shoulder,
thump into the ditch,
engine cut,
battery dying,
the station metastasizing
tumors of evangelists and ads for vinyl siding,
the city some cheap EQ
with the mids pushed up
in the one long note of wheat.
Too far to walk to anywhere from here. [x2]
Too far.
