big town blues (vi)
air a water bright

air a water bright
black speck summer bite
bike along green wheat

stop each we grab a hedge
lift lift lift the field
what’s beneath our glory

shake unshaven off
and fold fold
what’s beneath the glory

it takes a day
to fold fold
what’s beneath our glory

and underneath
underneath
you’re beneath our glory





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