Dreaming again of a train track ending at the edge of the sea
Big black cloud was low and rolling our way
Dog at the barbed wire barking at my buzz-cut friends
Friend with a switch blade shining in the summer rain
No one on the corner had a quarter for the telephone
Everybody bitching there’s nothing on the radio

Dreaming again of a city full of fathers and their white clothes
Chattering boys and a chicken at the chopping block
All of us lost at the crosswalk waiting for the other to go
Didn’t find the field but, boy, you’re really waterlogged
Someone bet a dollar that their daddy wasn’t coming home
Everybody bitching there’s nothing on the radio

Dreaming again that it’s freezing and my mother’s in a flower bed
Long dead rows of daffodils and marigolds
Changing her face like a shadow on the ground
This is what ?
No one lives forever and the devil never sleeps alone
Everybody bitching there’s nothing on the radio