Town

Pretty destroyed
 Coming through
 Seizures spin around the room
 Eastern-time
 Seasons call.
 They're not the same
 When they show at all
 Are you sitting down?
 Have you heard around
 About the bust you beat
 When you were back in town?
 Last night, the rain
 Just wouldn't fall.
 Is that a stagger, slow,
 Clean and saved
 Just another fire
 To pack away?
 Uncovered, too, trades are shown.
 It's how it is when everybody knows
 More than everything
 The dying ring, the passing line, the missing wing
 Slip out late
 If it's all the same
 I feel it still
 Holding off another time
 Almost caught.
 Sometimes it's where you wouldn't choose
 I left you there
 Tumble-load
 Losing days
 And moving slow
 It comes to me
 In broken chance
 And speaking parts
 At second-glance
 What the passage means
 Read aloud
 Pull it back
 And spit it out
 The way you are
 While you can
 Will you take it down
 And watch it change
 Can you see it, too?
 I guess it got away
 What will you miss
 when things are fine?