Come and open up your folding chair next to me

My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze

There's a shadow you can't see my eyes

And the sea is just

This is how it works

It feels a little worse

Than when we drove our hearse

Right through that screaming crowd

While

Walking home from work

Stop at the supermarket, condemement aisle

A jar of pickles catches the eye

Make eye contact with a solitary

The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away.

Some of the bulbs never opened quite

My rhyme ain't good just yet,

My brain and tongue just met,

And they ain't friends, so far,

My words don't travel far,

They tangle in my hair,

And tend

I wish I'd see a field below

i wish I'd hear a rooster crow

But there are none who live downtown

And so the day starts out so slow

Again

Miss Marry Ann

Kept her man

In porcupine gloves, in porcupine gloves

And on that day

As scheduled

They made porcupine love, porcupine love

So stiff

They made a statue of us

And it put it on a mountain top

Now tourists come and stare at us

Blow bubbles with their gum

Take

On the day that Daniel Cowman stopped existing

The world should have ended right then and there

At precisely

Come in, come in

Come into my world I've got to show

Show show you

Come into