Paper Maps and Ashes
I woke to sirens in the hall
And dust on every photo frame
The sky was splitting over town
Like someone called my name
The newsman grinned through static rain
Said, “Buddy, keep your shoes on”
I grabbed a coat, I grabbed the keys
And rolled the windows down
Everybody’s talking fast
Like the floor might move
The dogwoods bending in the yard
Still know what to do
And I feel fine, I feel fine
All the clocks can run ahead
And I feel fine, I feel fine
Got my name and got my bread
If the sky comes down tonight
I’ll be singing in the bedlam
I feel fine, I feel fine
Right here in the dead end
The traffic jam was full of saints
With coffee cups and cracked-up plans
A preacher waving at the clouds
A kid with chalk on both his hands
The grocery store was almost bare
Just peaches, tape, and gasoline
The woman at the checkout line
Said, “This is not the first time I’ve seen”
Everybody’s talking fast
Like the floor might move
The dogwoods bending in the yard
Still know what to do
And I feel fine, I feel fine
All the clocks can run ahead
And I feel fine, I feel fine
Got my name and got my bread
If the sky comes down tonight
I’ll be singing in the bedlam
I feel fine, I feel fine
Right here in the dead end
Let the river take the bridge
Let the radio lie
I’ve got a laugh like broken glass
And a spark behind my eye
You can keep your warnings
I’m already on the line
When the whole world shakes to pieces
That’s my signal to shine
And I feel fine, I feel fine
All the clocks can run ahead
And I feel fine, I feel fine
Got my name and got my bread
If the sky comes down tonight
I’ll be singing in the bedlam
I feel fine, I feel fine
Right here in the dead end
S.
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