Foals in winter coats   White girls of the north    File past one five and one   They are the fabled lambs of Sunday ham   The EHS norm      And they could float above the grass   In circles if they tried   A latent power I know they hide   To keep some hope alive   That a girl like I could ever try   Could ever try      So we just skirt the hallway sides   A phantom and a fly   Follow the lines and wonder why    There's no connection      A week of rolling eyes   And cheap shots from the trite   And we're off to Nemarca's porch again   Another afternoon of the goat-head tunes   And pilfered booze      We wander through her mama's house   The milk from a window lights   Family portrait circa '95   This is that foreign land with the sprayed-on tans   And it all feels fine   Be it silk or slime      So when they tap our Monday heads   To zombie-walk in our stead   This town seems hardly worth the time   And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme   Too far along in our climb   Stepping over what now towers to the sky   With no connection      So when they tap our Sunday heads   To zombie-walk in our stead   This town seems hardly worth our time   And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme   Too far along in our crime   Stepping over what now towers to the sky   With no connection