Ticker Tape

It’s known
Alight and overgrown
But sturdy in its haunches
Lines bowing forward from the shoulder
Worn and molded-over
Check throats are there to keep the moat
From trembling through sills
And your trench foot
Looks like its bound to put you in the ground before your time
I’m high and gone
Young drunks are swimming in their work
They think it’ll be worth more
Lay prone and pedaling your word
It’s next to nothing and you know
Your god is a sentimental one
If ever I had known one
And I’ll be always up in arms
On that you can rely on
I’m high and gone
Make ticker-tape from my minor vita
Come on and watch it fly
Watch it 'til it’s high and gone
I’m high and gone
Turn world it’s over now
Unfurl your fingers my engine’s slowing down
Unhitched from fixes last year the past year’s undone