It's too damn hot. What is that behind you eyes? I saw the coyote again. (sneeze) Are we done here?
lyrics
Cracks
Some dust is blowing all down my street
Brown field is bending in the summer heat
Let’s stop pretending
This is never ending
I’m a trumpet and the walls are coming down
Out back the creek’s been reduced to cracks
Mossy straw and coyote tracks
You fire the bricks
In your empty eyes
I’m a trumpet and the walls are coming down
A stand of jack pine
A cloud of sunshine
You fire the bricks
In your empty eyes
I’m a trumpet and the walls are coming down
credits
from January,
released January 1, 2013
Written and performed by Brendan Fitzpatrick
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