Holland Tunnel

The Holland Tunnel’s two miles long
Sink into the aviary, sing another song
And put that sewn-on patch to denim jacket
Coffee cup to sugar packet
Insane feast and beastly racket every single time
When you feel like somethin’s wrong
Bear in your sweet mind the sun’ll shine until it’s gone
When your lives collide in dull crescendo
Telescope to bedroom window
Nervous knees and anxious elbows
I fell asleep in the back seat and not for the life of me
Could I remember a time more complete
But I guess things seem more important
When you’re underwater
Disease and disorder seep out to the sea
And you don’t have to believe
Every angry thing everybody says
No you don’t believe every stupid thing
If every city’s made of clay
Towering scraps of something someone someday throws away
It must get hard to keep track of everyone
What their names are, where they come from
Ro' Atlanta,' Manda Brooklyn, Jean from Centerline