(Girl)Checkerboard busrides in the
hot crispy air.
The lights are out, the food's gone.
We ain't going anywhere.
(Boy) It's like a desert in the winter,
but we aren't wearing boots.
Deliver me from this country(side)
drain water from checkerboard roots.
(Girl) Please begin to cave in, moon,
lying on your side.
We weren't born to get lost here,
but it's hard not to tonight.
(Boy) It ain't natural, this lightheartedness.
You'd better start driving north.
Watch trees dip their leaves into hazelnut pools,
not the sacrifice I'll put forth.
Special Note: The format went to hell. And this ends the collection.