Oh, all the words I should not know   Those doctors wrote on me   Swell up and from their syllable   Won't let me get to sleep      The sun will start later   Clock out early   And I'll drive around and wait for it   Follow familiar roads      Emptied of every memory   Under a sheet of silence   And unmarked snow      Then idle in some parking lot   Smoke half a smoke and ask   St. Boniface and St. Fratel   Preserve me from my past      Repair our potholes   Prevent plant closures   And if they remember me at all   Make them remember me      As more than a queer experiment   More than a diagram in their quarterly   Make them remember me