Yoni told me that space helps you
But even Driver sampled Baez on that one tune
As if to harness a ghost as a host for lost beating
So Many Dynamos, Bungled up in droves
Penning a contract for me to go solo
Retaining worth expendable nowhere but in an '02 Galant that later gets scrapped
Misunderstanding misery inside a Wendy's
On 434 with Mr. Gill in the periphery
I pulled over to blow my nose into a towel wet from Risley
Destroying chords to yet another Boyd banger
The UO shirt will clack the window off the hanger
Our slow descent will be embodied by a desperate picture taken on April 10th