All these hollowed, out empty towns
in the empire dying fast
The last flicker of neon light
leaving empty bulbs of glass too fragile
for this world
All these hollowed, out empty folks
like outlines in pavement chalk
Eyes all narrowed down to slits
from light too hot to be let in
Hot as the push of needles
Hot as the fast food grease
Hot as the nothing left
Hot as the big release
Hot as fluorescent ceilings
Hot as the neighbor's gun
Hot as the children launching their
Waxy-winged flight towards the sun
My land I try my best for you
I follow my own pen, I choose my own route
I follow the brightest star
I follow the brightest star
The body electric
The body electric
electric electric
Through cracks in the blacktop the grass is still growing
I spin like a searchlight I spin like a searchlight
I want to be part of that energy flowing I know that it's urgent
It's urgent it's urgent
Through cracks in the blacktop the grass is still growing
I spin like a searchlight I spin like a searchlight
I want to be part of that energy flowing I know that it's urgent
It's urgent
It's urgent
Through cracks in the blacktop the grass is still growing
I spin like a searchlight I spin like a searchlight
I want to be part of that energy flowing I know that it's urgent
It's urgent
It's urgent

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