albemarle station

call me from albemarle station if you can

i hope you find your concentration beneath those ceiling fans

we used to dance in this split-level ranch

when moonlight flooded the room

now you're gone and the shades are all drawn

in my air conditioned tomb

bad roads

bad snow

bad bridges

could turn a once bad man religious

if thy kingdom ever comes

you better run

run run run

there must be a spanish word for this feeling

the rush i get when i am stealing

from the dust congress

whose dollars and dimes

say in dust we trust"