whistle past the house on stanley road
garnerville holds still as the world wheels
and whirls around the pole
cicadas sleeping soundly in the trees
lampyridae will shine on through the endless evening
and i can hear that beetle tapping on the ceiling
open up that window there & let me see where i am heading
hi-tor is lit up like a christmas tree
and i can hear you holler down through the years to me
a memento mori
the story hasnt changed but needs retelling all the same
know theres no glory in sulkily ignoring it
the blessing is a windfall but we count it like a wage
at the end of a doldrous day
is this where i found you?
is this where i found you, calling through the years unlived?