the rain hits the snow   fighting over control   and since nobody knows   which way this stuggle will go      i'm betting on rain   because the rain is so persistent   and i'm just like the snow   weak and inconsistent      there's a bus on fire   outside a four-star hotel   and this late in boston   i'm not sure if i can tell      if everyone got out alive   because it sure looks like my heart   consumed by flame   and destined never to start      and in this heart   there are no survivors   just muscle and blood   fingernails and incisors      so i stare down that bus   wreck facing wreck   the hair standing up   at the base of my neck      and i feel sick