On days like now,
I wander in the empty;
In times like these,
All of my hits seem miss —
I may have squandered much,
No thought in plenty:
But there’s no standing on the fence
With this
On days like now,
I wander in the empty;
In times like these,
All of my hits seem miss —
I may have squandered much,
No thought in plenty:
But there’s no standing on the fence
With this
our borders crisscross everywhere
the reasons for them, we don’t know
the grass is dying in the sun
no tracks can tell us where to go
we double back, turn left, turn right
but never our two fields have crossed
we wander day and angry night
exhausted, tempted, hopeless
lost