It feels familiar and so natural
This drifting backwards I suppose
I fall asleep in the parking lot
The smell of horses in my nose
Somehow it seems I never left here
And nothing ever was revealed
I wake before the sun’s been realized
A flashlight knocking at my windshield
I explain officer I work here
Well kid you need to disappear
I fill my bucket from the spigot
I clean the horses till they shine
The jockeys smoking in the bullpen
Feels like I’m stepping back in time
I miss the sound of cars collapsing
The beeping call of backing trucks
The way the snow concealed everything
New England air felt warm enough
Tonight I’ll clean out all the stables
I’ll do my best to turn the tables
It’s been a week here in Georgia
And I’ve been dry as California
I can’t believe I left Vermont
Now I’m in the world you haunt
Now I’m in the world you haunt
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