Thingy Windows
four o'clock alarm next doorthey'll let it go forever
that woman can scream like a siren
at kids throwing stones in the driveway
hear them out my window
I have spent hours
in murky green bars
I have spent hours
in overloaded cars
looking out the window
I can recall
the gray nights
of riding around
on the high speed line
sitting in the cab
flying backwards
playing guitar
with that one string
maybe it would be great
if I could go back to that old place again
round up my friends
we would drink wine
we would remember stories much easier than
looking out our windows
I have spent hours
in murky green bars
I have spent hours
in overloaded cars
looking out the window
