a two day window, a lucky strike
the second was the one that stuck
and plucked from the stack
dictating reams and filling in
a backstory that can't win
see the lights from the city
knowing it might fall to pity
heart beating like a bass drum
but wednesday will never come
fogbound and grounded
strictly on instruments for now
couldn't stand the weather
turn around and go back home
not the first to roam
driving the hills the slow turns
may be gone but the fire still burns
my heart feeling a little numb
but wednesday will never come
