The shine off the tinted window
Humid in mid century
I see reflected as we go
A country to keep with me
A place that's not perfect
But it's different than my own
Wouldn't bank on just safety
But a restful decompose
Neon lights and advertisements
Branches of a stone
$100 dollar bus ride to reach
A sword to pull and groan
You wear sneakers to the apocalypse
An orange tan on your old coat
A brick by brick deconstruction
A new wife to have and hold
If I could IV drip or sip a bit
From a better pond or pool
I'd Find a way to cinch it tight
To cut off what's too cruel
Set a spell, you digital witch
On furthering your goals
Middle American cold to catch
A sketch to mend and console
Your ascot in the breeze
Breathing in novelty
Big city pigeon living
Beside burgeoning beauty
We'll get dinner when you're off
To alleviate the shock
I'm glad I'm abroad
While the Shepard's lost it's flock
