weekend in western illinois

the land's opening up like a blanket

and the dandelions spread themselves thickly out

along the fields

which are

evidently

endless

and we are hotly in love with one another

we've got an unquenchable thirst in our throats

we are

for some reason

all the time bleeding

we are friendless

and we love these dogs that roll on the lawns here in galesburg

because they seem to know something nobody else knows

it is written in the smiles on their faces and it rings in their high young voices

we are burning up all of our choices up here where the tall grass grows

up here in galesburg

the sky's opening up like an old wound

and the rain on our bodies is warm tonight

and the ground underneath us shakes in the cracking thunder

we can taste fresh blood in our mouths again

there is no chance of getting enough of it

and we tally up all our posessions

we're going under

yeah

we love these dogs that loll in the rain here in galesburg

as the new season rocks them in its terrible arms

they howl as if the world were ending as we are watching the sky unwinding

some of our promises were binding up here where our dreams take form

up here in galesburg

up here in galesburg