I can close my eyes and see the streets of a thousand towns
Greenville, neenah, portland, sparks
I see the package stores, bait shops, strip clubs, row houses
I hear them sing over the rattle of the chain stores,
The rat racers strung out on status,
The Hipsters just day-sleep like cats.
The world can spin you dizzy
But I keep it in the eye of a needle
and my songs are the salty drops from the oceans
by which we came.
Anywhere is where we are.
Even when I’m safe at home
I hear the same faint-familiar song
and try to work it through my old guitar.