Yet another song about reluctantly returning home from a trip, when you start to realize that you wouldn’t leave much behind if you just went the other way.
up in the blue sky
between patches of white
my body on concrete
I’m passing through discrete time
to lay my mind
down, here on the groundof central wisconsin
plans are escaping
between cities and signs
and the numbers of space between
here and there
or anywhere at allout on the horizon
my destination
my stomach is in knots
guess it’ll take some time
and I don’t know what
I’m coming home tois it just myself,
or something else
that I can’t see
swallowing me?