so you say you take the high road.
it doesn't mean a thing.
polish off your wings and just let go.


i played you all the songs that i wrote.
i found them on the strings
and taught them how to sing the notes below.

all these offers hanging idle.
i haven't heard you sing for years of anything that just might show
that all your words could stand to follow
with rhythm and space in time.
leave the past behind and start to grow.

the horizon is faster
and it's all that i'm after.
chase that sinking star that hangs
beyond your port of call where i am
a lifer outlaster.
and i'm out to pasture.
take these eyes and find your way.
hold onto the sky like old age.

don't wait for disaster.
hold onto your laughter.
arch your back across the lawn
and grit your teeth while i prolong
this first everafter.
your cash is a coward.
heading east on southern state,
the horizon is faster and i can't wait.

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