Well You said

You planned your funeral when you were 50.

And I wake up early

To be there for the sun

For all that it does

It’s the least I can do

least I can do

You said you once had a garden

A garden where nothing would grow

I’d rather you had a bicycle

That would take you

where ever you wanted to go

There’s a story I tell about the desert

How I saw you up in a tree

How I watched you from a satellite

Sent you erotic pictures of me

But the desert turned into the heartland

And the heartland lead to the sea

And the future is mirky

At best

You said you wanted to travel

then you lost your legs

But you didn’t unravel

But it changed everything

It was a pretty good day

I drove with a friend across the border

We sat on a stone wall

In the shade

And drank coffee

Took the back way

Into Monday

Cried very little

About the past

I put my feet up

When I had enough

Yea, yea

Out in the back yard with the radio

I can hear all the way to Little Rock Arkansas

600 miles through the atmosphere

Into my ear

Well It seems like forever

Could conceivably arrive

I'm hoping for the best

Bit I know better

It’s late

Most things have come and gone

The water in my tap

Seems a little bit colder

And I am happy just to see you

I’ll be waiting

I try to be cynical

What a fucking joke

I should stick to what I know

And I don’t know how to explode

And I don’t know how to explode