get yr hands outside in the meat pie
skirt the fields and the meals and you know why
get your beers and your tears and the big dark
get your park and the park and the big park
get your eyes and your thighs in the meantime
the ways of rest and the paths of song in the meantime
in the meantime eyes in the wintertime
and you said it cools, waits on the highway
when you know that yr doing things my way
the day...
will i greet you?