Fistful of Dirt
©2004 sockdrawer studios


I woke up this morning
to a useless clock and a crack 
in the wall behind the clock that began to grow

sun still risin slowly
no use draggin out of bed
every station singing static on the radio

      don’t ask me where we’re goin
      there’s only one place left to go
      that’s why I’m ridin out the ending w/you
      I got a crisp white shirt 
      and a fistful of dirt 
      Things mess up like they like to do

they say it stays dark these days
because we’ve lost all faith in god
so they’re having trouble turning on the sun

but the earth’s just slowin down
and it’s just about to stop
the only question is where will it be noon?

…the only question is –  where?

      things mess up like they like to
      things mess up like they like to do