who would have thought
i go there and i start on a familiar table
all eyes, everything else empty
it was supposed to be the second one this week. surprise
welcome for bread, unwelcome for emotional trouble
but who would have thought just a sticker would slick up the lock
it wasn't like it didn't ring true
it wasn't like it would be unavailable
a rude shock to your vertebra
with a few clicks
who would have thought?
burning it down
you're feeling the pressures of lightning to come
a beating of bone in the heart of the sun
the calling of home
you're feeling the pressure of calling it home
mercy, obliged, you're calling a call
feel the forest and beat up the cold
and you're by a field
the calling of home
so pay up the car rent
and beat up the chords.

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