The Wagon

Haven’t worn these shoes in so long

Now I’m drawing the strings up

Gotta brush the dust and webs off

getting ready for my first kick

Bring the stars all closer now

Grip the railing asking how

even if the stars all fall

I know it won’t be me left after the end of the first call

Coming on so strong

Staying out so long

and I feel like I’m getting on …

Coming on so strong

Staying out so long

And someone’s gotta get me off!

Hit the streets my legs all tied up

Bring my palms down around my chin

hush…

All the holes are patched up

brush a finger across my cheek

Pins are driving faster now

push the switch and sink back down

even though I hear the sickening swing

somehow now everything is better with the click and the thumping

You took the precious words from a child

Who couldn’t even taste the sugar on his lips

You taught the flawless rhetoric

Now watch the sugar turn brown and drop to the dirty ground beneath my knees

I’ve got no sense of self control now

Every day is a habit I just can’t kick

You live inside of me

You calm me

You cool me

You ease me

And I’m coming on so strong…