I drove
A lumpa words west to Kansas
Hot with pheromones
I took on long ago
I'm drying
Every drop of judgment
That I waterfall
On everybody I know
The tiny sun may never sink again
If trees stop breathing what will you say then
I thought
A hundred billion theories
Already laid to rest
By everyone before and after me
The final
Frontier of this journey
Are particularities
That can be ignored or seized
The tiny sun may never sink again
If crops quit yielding what will you say then
I drove
A lumpa words west to Kansas
Hot with pheromones
I'm forced to continue to be
I'm drying
Every drop of judgment
That I waterfall
On every centimeter of me
