Sunday from Rice Lake by turbochrist

here is the home of a heart that was yours,
before the storm ripped away all the doors.
hold my hand, little guy
grip's not strong, but i try
though you still fade away
can you stay one more day?
one more day

there are so many brick walls in between us
they go for a hundred kilometers
and thinking about the distance gives me a fever,
mom can you grab the thermometer
what does it say?
104 degrees today

in this car
we would start to drive away
and i'd slowly watch the lake
and your figure disappear on sunday
then the strong arm,
the strongest arm of fate
picked us up and took us away
but that's just the way that things go these days
all i want is to go back now

to 2010,
just to live through that again
i didn't need any friends
just a lake and a computer and my dogs
and my cat's but brie is dead and razzle's gone
suzy, jazzy, and cricket are all gone

will i ever figure out?
will i ever leave the backseat?
with a tire spinning out
and the storm fucked up the house
will i ever get to see
the dream we would never be?
will i ever leave the backseat?

car drives away
car drives away
car drives away
car drives away
car drives away
car drives away
car drives away
car drives away

your wheels, so strong,
roll across the rocks
in a thunderstorm
and i feel the air fall around me
and i reach out my hand and feel rice lake
i feel new rays, the sun hits my face
i'm awake another day

in the backseat, grey ford
these eyes don't sleep, made for
watching the lake into clouds

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