Late for its arrival
My minds begun to find
Early peculiarities with how it defines time
And there's turkeys out the window
That I appreciate
There's plastic like a barge somewhere
That's got no docking date
And on a tour I saw focaccia treated like it's jade
Someone in the lobby
Is dressed down just like me
An infant won the lottery
But really it was he
With a pocket full of roofies
A pocket full of teeth
Some people call that pleasure, and
Some people call that grief
At the Exxon they were confused if I was American
And so I left offended with a pack of M&Ms
Well, I've been
Driving for a long while
Spent some time in a Cherokee
Learning things
Out there in Black Mountain
Sprouts education, see
But you can learn a lot, just take a walk above my tree
They gathered 'round the easel
And spelled "Community"
I go looking for my teachers
And wondering what that means
There'll be lots of lonely mailboxes
When language disappears
And people on the subway
Think so far and be so near
I smile from a screen you touch
Waiting on the bed
Listening to voices talk about where I am headed
People get out for a long while
In the hills of Cullowhee
Cherokee
The stoop that you love (is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
The stoop that you love (is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
The stoop that you love (is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
The stoop that you love (is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
The stoop that you love (is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
The stoop that you love (is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
The stoop that you love (is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
The stoop that you love (is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
The stoop that you love (is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
The stoop that you love (is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
The stoop that you love (is fiending)
The stoop that you love (for meaning)
Someone's at a grill top
And someone is Tom Hanks
Suckered into party games
And building words for leisure
Here it is eleven, and there it is nineteen
You're missing on my breakfast, and
I'm missing your evenings, wish we'd been
Touching for a short while
Driving back from Cherokee
Dreaming things