‘Cause there is no new frontier…
We have got to make it here!
…
You call some place paradise…
kiss it goodbye.’
…
broken bits of a song…
every time I’ve heard it sung…
there is no admittance for my wrongs.
even in the midst of a rural confession
good time notions are interrupted by the footprints I have left on the ground
I am ignorant in the dirt… of any lesson