It's Already Tomorrow in Australia

The sky is just too windy
For kites to fly today
So we’ll throw ourselves into it
Then run the other way
We’ll start heading eastward, under the railroad tracks
Only to find that lake is too cold
So we’ll draw on the sidewalks, all over, with colored chalk
The math that will guide us home
It’s so late, and I’m trying hard to stay awake
It’s so late, and I don’t want to face the day
The silver line is melting
On to this picture frame
And these shoes are tied together
But I can’t throw them away
Conversations held together by fragments of wire,
they lament that the gap is too wide
and there are no arguments to muster, no statements of fact
That can convince the sun to stay in the sky
It’s so late, and I’m trying hard to stay awake
It’s so late, and I don’t want to face the day