Signals Midwest Guest Room
I stumbled out of your guest room in a still-drunk haze
A decade spent in transit routed me back to the same place
Always spread too thin across a country I abhor
And coming to terms with it all
From your back porch I watched the factories spitting steam
It felt like trying to take a picture of a dream
Either blown out on the highlights
Or way too dark to see
A fader sliding back and forth eternally, forever
Planting flowers in the backyard
Harmonizing with the car alarms
I've been held up for way too long
By people that I didn't even know I was leaning on
They're clamping down
While I'm grinding my teeth
On thе underside of 52nd St
When thе lights came on
The connection was switched
And the place I love was inverted
Planting flowers in the backyard
Harmonizing with the car alarms
I've been held up for way too long
By people that I didn't even know I was leaning on
