Little Miami Wussy It doesn't matter what you call it At all The darkest day Of our summer trip But you don't have to Turn the lights on The ghosts are Stationed in the hall It doesn't matter which direction You fall The sky breaks in two It's the end of you Did you really think that you Could escape it today Over the tallest bridge In the state of Ohio And as the ruins fall around you You think of something Quick to say It doesn't matter When you put it that way The sky breaks in two It's the end of you Everywhere the rocks are falling And you are just another piece With all the birds That make a circle Are you not more than one of these