Vermont Follow

(with Mark Mallman)

when you spend your last dollar with nowhere to sleep
when you stiffen your collar where the willow does weep
when your child is not ready to die
tear them wings off and jump in the sky
when the rusted-out jukebox you once called your head
gets you trying to scream when you whisper instead
when you woo in a cigarette ad to remember what you could've had
when the night gets you clinging to it and you sizzle inside like a pig on a spit
just remember the dayside of things is home to the killers of dreams
there's a list of dedications to sing
there's a resident seed in your mind
there's a coffin that rolls down your street
and the children that you've left behind
and it's then you remember the milwaukee moon
when your head filled with heat like a hot air balloon
from the candy that babies your breath to the cradle that sucks at her breast
when the night gets you clinging to it and you sizzle inside like a pig on a stick
just remember the dayside of things
remember the pain that it brings
when the night gets you clinging your mind starts a-ringing
remember the dayside of things.
_ yourself by the wayside
remember the dayside
it's home to the killers of dreams.