John Vanderslice The Tower
I’m staying now in a vacation house
It’s all season, there’s no reason to leave
Today in the fishing boat I pulled the choke
And started the engine and set it on slow
I patrolled down the river under collapsing hopes
And dead leaves and mossy trees you know I made my way
down to the gulf
I let my friends go to let my friends know
Tonight I’m staying in to do my tarot, I got stuck on a
card I couldn’t let it go
The burning tower hit by lightning and people are jumping
out
It’s coming down, it’s coming down
