Running Up That Hill

(naydock/badlees)
 when the rain is sports arena loud
 in the evening of a self-inflicted day
 and you're contemplating sides that might collide
 the hemlock society and life insurance salesmen
 and you discover all your coupons are for things you hate
 and all your pennies are canadian and you curse that paperweight
 drown it all and leave it still
 you're a millionaire of words
 hand in hand as light as birds
 we'll go running up that hill
 when acquaintances drain your reservoir
 of cigarettes like bad construction
 and all your phone conversations slither
 into a sales pitch from the world of don lapre
 and the love from a close-as-sisters friendship
 up and dies like it too often does
 drown it all and leave it still
 you're a millionaire of words
 hand in hand as light as birds
 we'll go running up that hill
 the funeral directors' trade show crowd
 strangles parking so you drive a while
 past streets and neighborhoods and ghosts
 of incidents that now define you
 when the weight of expectation cracks
 cracks your countenance in the damnedest places
 drown it all and leave it still
 you're a millionaire of words
 hand in hand as light as birds
 we'll go running up that hill