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Seems that I traded in my imagination
For whatever the odometer reads

Me and my level head we look ahead
with the cruise control set just a little over speed

I don't think I knew you at all

You gave me a sign about as fleeting
as these here on the highway
that I blow by.

What is there to say I did not say better before
when your ears were open as wide as the door
you opened when you said "take your things
and bring to me no more"

I am not so sure you knew me at all

I passed by like a high-tail speed chase
intense-in-the-moment-but-forgotten-upon-waking-dream.

My heart cannot rest at night
it is fervent in affair with the moon
the two take shape as just one
when they catch site
of each other's adoration
I just watch from where I'm stationed.

When I small, yea- The Day Before Tomorrow--
I thought Love was a tuber that cracked the earth when ripe- and birthed into each set of lovers a legend rich in lore, that surpassed in every case
any other tale told before.

And I know I did not know you at all.
But I knew the lines around you
but I never found you
in-between them, that's for sure.

My windshield wipers they are
barely rockin back and forth upon the glass
it seems I traded in my imagination
for a change of oil and a tank of gas

and I know you've little reason to
know me now but all the same
I feel you like a poker in my fire, in my flame
though our element of love has returned to from where it came
still I'm medicated by your essence
so live in the presence of the south land rain.

My heart cannot rest at night
it is fervent in affair with the moon
the two take shape as just one
when they catch site
of each-other's adoration
and I just watch from where I'm stationed,
Do you?

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from Cupcakes. and radishes, released January 1, 2004
todd lombardo: guitar
leslie helpert: guitar
andrew barr: drums

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