The holes of highway bones are filled   But the tolls of highway loans are billed   To the board of directors of boredom, here      So I slept outside the worried exit   And hurried to avoid the decrepit   Hordes of fallen Lords, I can't afford'em, dear      But overwhelmed is a laughing word   To say you've taken for granted stillness   On an ever-moving planet      Was the glacier's falling heard   Was the crumbling porch's utter realness   Made of ash or made of granite?      Oh, I'm so longing for my mama's kiss   And scratching my old lifetime's back   That simpleminded tenderness   Is a pity that my searches lack      The graveyard breathes reality   But reality's blurred outside my gate   No matter if I hesitate   The foggy lilac windows come   And dumb my number one ambition   And it's too much repetition      The south was knee-deep in the weeds   And I was in a plank-wood parlor   Every flame from every mouth was only worth a dime      Feeling easier to move than shifting reeds   I was wearing my times on my collar   But my colors don't get bright in season's time      Your biggest grid did shrink and sink   In one night's walk of blindness   To foreign sites where bright lights find you out      When evolution is extinct   And lurking is a fossil's kindness   And there's no one left under our sun to sign you out      And the piano strings are damp and deep   And the honky-tonk is breaking free   And the second-grader that you keep   Beneath your skin is next to me      Ah, who likes, who plays these games   And who is clutching to the reins   'Cause I scurried open plains   And the foggy lilac windows come   And dumb my number one ambition   And it's too much competition      And that bleached canal was rare   And Ma was there   And no one dared to care (about tomorrow)   The road is bare   I go nowhere   And all the joy that I'm aware (is food for sorrow)   The loft upstairs is unprepared   The billboard fields are stoned in pairs   The gravel layers and river dares   And the air is very weary