good intentions paving co.

twenty miles left to the show

hello

my old country

hello

stars are just beginning to appear

and i have never in my life before been here

and it's my heart

not me

who cannot drive

at which conclusion you arrived

watching me sit here bolt upright and cry

for no good reason at the eastering sky

and the tilt of this strange nation

and the will to remain for the duration

waving the flag

feeling it drag

like a bump on a bump on a log

baby

like i'm in a fist fight with a fog

baby

step-ball-change and a pirouette

and i regret

i regret

how i said to you

honey