Ambulance, no cost too much... ...We'll take a van. So you can take me to the h take me to the o I want you to take me to the s take me to the p I want you to take me to the i-t-a-l, I want you to take me to the hospital. Cause it's the color of a b, the color of l, to the color of o, color of o, cause it's the color of d, crimson red from my little bitty accident.

I wonder when I wander home if I'll be fit to drink alone.

There's dividing lines between east and standard time, so promise me... you'll still be mine. Will this come between us as I doubt all of the pages I pour out? When our doubts become regret, don't ever forget... my only, you own me, if you'd only see.

You bend and you wave, when you're barely away. I wish I could say tonight, when you bend and wave good bye, you'd take me, with you.

Recovering slowly, a torso fell from a beat up truck by a rural motel. The manager seen how the truck bed bounced while dust flew up with a rolling sound. Voices appear from the staff outside In bulbous text in a western style his mannequin neck spun to turn his face the bars spills drunks out frame by frame. Girls pushed girls side to side to hear a suction sound as limbs realign. The crowd just seemed to multiply they hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard: "your retro career melted"