World Wide West

Caught up in fiction we spin down the sidewalks
and cast our lines out in the puddles at our feet.
He said his granddad was a Naval commander.
I don't believe him.
We cleared the table for stories of the apartment.
It was a building that was built up in steps.
And I remember out of the dark one passing remark
That above all else he was smart.
And he did good.
They rest blessing the things we forget,
but in the World Wide West
we'll be caught in the knit of our own net.
Caught diving for pearls
in the modern world.
Reading the glass, do you know me?
Talk to me last, if I come clean.
Every name searched has a history,
but mystery is gone.
Monitor rangers, well who doesn't want more?
Improving on a fading folklore
we can store in the hollows of our desk drawer.
They rest blessing the things we forget,
but in the World Wide West
we'll be caught in the knit of our own net.
Caught diving for pearls
in the modern world.
Monitor rangers ramble in the night,
Spending life carving out headstones.
If the fibers in my fingers ever turn white,
I'd rather rest in a place unknown.
And the homesick row 'til their hands are bones,
or the riverbeds turn down dry.
And then they sleep when they die,
and wherever they lie, they are side by side.
Monitor rangers ramble in the night,
spending life carving out headstones.
If the fibers in my fingers ever turn white,
I'd rather rest in a place unknown.
I see it. I see it. I see it. The sea, I can see it.
I don't believe him at all.