Man, this city’s a humid clamshell
I heard about it in the movies
Just a lot of people talking
Had I come here in the 80s
The actors wouldn’t be on screen
Weirdest people, daring us to think
Dream about something we can’t see
Back of envelope, blotted black with ink
On top of Covert Park
The river surrounded me
Bus dropped me off back here somehow
There was nowhere else I had to be
Do you feel like you missed the bus?
You got off a stop too late
Ever feel like you’re still working it out?
Have a feeling you should have stayed?
Those towers are crystal daggers
Dreams pinned down by glass and steel
That used to be downtown
Are you missing how that feels?
Just now a woman passed
Completely focussed on what was in her hands
Real cloudy-looking jar of something
I didn’t even stop to ask
Mean what you say, your words
They’re so abstract, so confusing
So earnest and so strange
Vivid and deranged, full of what you feel
It’s possible, it’s the only way
Just pour yourself into that jar
Like a drummer stuck in a groove
Completely obsessed with getting to what’s