Lonesome & Mad

I feel like I want to go home
 But I am home
 And the cardinal calls out
 Lonesome and mad from the walnut tree
 The flowers you planted have died
 And now, here, they shiver
 Swaying and pedal-bare
 As the wind comes through whistling
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 Cactus flower blooms in the desert under the stars
 Sprouts in the asphalt under the cars
 Spitting and sputtering
 You know well that I was never
 Ate by a whale
 My lies are the dead bird
 That gives this sad, grim parking lot meaning
 I feel like I wanna go home
 But I am home
 And I dream of a kettle drum, booming and wailing
 From somewhere far away
 And here I will wait by the door
 Like an old dog
 Hearing the footsteps of all the strangers who are just passing by
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