We're up late on the deck, sunburned on our necks Smoking straights in the glow of the porch light I've been toying around with a quick ride into town Thinking I'd find her with her girls at The Redwood or The Twilight But I'm warm and I'm round and content on sipping down This watery brown with a blood cherry sinking Lost my keys in the creases and folds of the couch And I don't feel much like driving or leaving anyhow There's a fire tonight nearby that burns so bright Seems like days those sirens were singing I lay out on the lawn where the dew had settled on To be still and calm my thinking It's hard to feel alive sometimes When nothing seems enough to keep me satisfied On the way up to my room The faces blurry now and so askew I swear I felt the whole world move The fair weathered had gone when I passed out cold and long In my shoes and my Goodwill jacket It's late enough for the robin's hungry song And the humming tides of traffic Around noon I awake to the mailman's weary groan My body's sore and my will is sinking My shift starts soon but my mind is numb like stone Still choking back whatever I'd been drinking