Spiders are singin' in the salty breeze   Spiders are fillin' out tax returns   Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies   On a private beach in Michigan      Why can't they wish their kisses good?   Why do they miss when their kisses should?   Fly like winging birds, fighting for the keys   On a private beach in Michigan      This recent rash of kidsmoke   All these telescopic poems   It's good to be alone      Why can't they say what they want?   Why can't they just say what they mean?   Come clean, listen and talk   Hello private callers, ID's blocked      The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars   The future has a valley and a shortcut around   Who will wear the crown of drowning award?   Hold a private light on a Michigan shore      You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke   From a microscopic home, it's good to be alone      I'll be in my bed, you can be the stone   That raises from the dead and carries us all home   There's no blood on my hands, I just do as I am told