Randall Kirk Jones - Fingers Crossed

tied to the watertower
tethered to the great plains
I grow thin
slipping in the dark corners of old remains

now peering into passing cars for people I once knew
feeling worn and delicate
winds gentle white noise overdue

trying to surface from the unconscious automatic ocean

but still no tandem bikes into the sunset
children playing in the sand
flies buzz around my head
I grow horns and wake the dead
But as bad as it ever gets
each day lays me down
soft, cradled, and easy

and you're off buying sunflowers in wintertime
while this manicured wastelands walls
closing in on all sides
and I'll keep my fingers crossed
and I'll keep the bloodsuckers far from us

trying to surface from the unconscious automatic ocean

but still no tandem bikes into the sunset
children playing in the sand
flies buzz around my head
I grow horns and wake the dead
but as bad as it ever gets
each day lays me down
soft, cradled, and easy

Written by:
Christopher Kelsall, Finn Jones, Mat Coffey, Tom Clewes

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