Between the Tracks

Bloodshot and blathering Beneath the bloated ceiling cracks Woozy from the bugspray Substances and scraps You can count on me right on down the line Disentangled or elsewhere intertwined And I'll always stand by you Even when there's quiet and quills in pursuit Mosquitoes bite Through thin clothes on humid skin There's a terror in the trainyard And wicker wives with spindling twins You can count on me right on down the line Don't you hurry now, these things were never mine And I'll always stand by you Should I perish first this especially is true Tall boys in styrofoam On crunching stained glass Children and rivers Used to run between these tracks