they caught the last poor man on a poor man's
if the mattress was a table top
and the bed sheet
growing up, it was just me and my mom against
come, come away
come away from
come away from it
come, come away
come
from the depth of the pacific
to the height of everest
and
in walked a man in the shape of a man
holding
in the jukebox of her memory
the list of names flips
it's not so much that we got closer
it's that her
you cease to smell the steel plant after you've lived
points the spire of the steeple
but god's work isn't done
virtue is relative at best
there's nothing worse than a sunset
when
Come, come away
Come away from, come away from it
Come, come
Up, up, up, up, up, up points the
Spire of the