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So I'm retreating to a shack
In the woods to grow
Bonsai mangroves in margarine lids
The way they sit
Fettered in a fingery sun light in the morning
Honed by dew-licked pane
I’m retreating to find you again
You know the road
The road's there still
You park your car, it rolls up the hill
All the tourists come to try
Is it just a trick of the trees and the sky?
Static on the AM and FM dial
The radio ghosts greet me as I pass by:
Welcome to the old world -- it's been a while
In saliva lines of spiders
Feigning buttress in the corners
And the slow drop knell where faucets fail
Effect on cause of iron
Sink the rust rings
Rings and rings and
Rings out in the hall
You know the road
The road's there still
You park your car, it rolls up the hill
All the tourists come to try
Is it just a trick of the trees and the sky?
Static on the AM and FM dial
The radio ghosts greet me as I pass by:
Welcome to the old world -- it's been a while
So I'm retreating to a shack
In the woods to grow bonsai mangroves
I’m retreating to find you again
