grow some woes at the show when i'm out with the vine
while Gord says superfarmer's bent on the cover of TIME
shake me awake by the lake and i'll steal it from here
a lung full of butter and your mother and your bread disappear
yankee snooze and the blues and a bottle of wine
til next year you're hoping to find anywhere else
count these pills in the till til they're stuck in mind
the sign of the nighttime shines thought the white of your eyes
what are your eyes?