American breakdown,
Girl, I need to know.
Even the losers won’t back down.
I don’t come around here no more,
don’t do something in the air.
Listen to her heart free fallin’,
learning to fly
into the great wide open.
The refugee me, waiting like that.
Here comes my girl.
You got lucky runnin’ down a dream.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 587
Mary Jane’s Last Dance (Greatest Hits)
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