a big bang
a tangerine
a little twisting
hammering
glamour wing
clamor sing
disappear into the opening
the hopening
happening
alone upone and stammering
backwards fling
tracker
to the beginning of the beginning
may I take a trip around your block
rock around your clock
anchor at your dock
fly with your flock?
no more words could rhyme!
where we are
not even
we
know
most of the time
where we are
when you walk in like
never gonna
giver you upper
i tried to mend
but couldn’t even
begin
too steep too climb
in so many a day
been gone in the
lost highway
off the way there
little town
get off
and disappear
into
forgiveness
what brings you here?
or back
or where
if you don’t like to linger a while
with hands in open position
why
listen to this
600 times straight
