For Patti Awash in green light in the taxi The ancient moon here new to me makes you nod off while I dream I think I’ve seen the side of every road Alex says they all lead somewhere I’ve been told At night I go fishing I find the hand to hold when the river is high at night I write hate can live in the heart too, right? My mind alight I ask the driver will I know what it’s for upon my arrival? And if you loved me then can you stay loving me now, tonight even though I’m far away when I flip the vinyl the man sings joy to the world and it goes round and round til everything everything is final
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