Brackett, WI

And easy swing had its time showing

Slow bending ash

And now it's a photo thing

And swing hasn't had it

And here we are, rebuilding roads

Right by roosting towns

It's just like the love

The one that's never been enough

So I'm counting on your fingers

'Cause you've reattached the twitch

And if you go unpin it

I will die along the ditches

And every summer is a hot token

To the cold, coin take of us

And every autumn singes

With the business of sadness

Fred had it wrong, Macy

Hon, he had it burned

And now curve in the county

Is nana's urn

So I'm counting on your fingers

'Cause you've reattached the twitch

And if you go unpin it

I will die along the ditches