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Time off for good reflecting on adventure
I don't breathe this light I just wear it on my cuffs
Tomorrow when you wake up I'll be reading Fielding
And that's my final intro

A cough in the next room is my lesson to sell
I'm a free range checklist not a bat out of reasons for being
Play what you feel and the windows are closing
But play what you know and the case workers hum along

Tomorrow when you put on your high shade
The horrible music won't give you a gender
I veto the daylights out of every last stalker
The note that you signed with a drop of your scotch

Now it's the morning and I'm settling like ash
The white sky is feeling what we know by rote
I'm not just like you I'm not even rodeo ready
But the road I'm driving isn't hollow

Please tape down your windows and fill up the tub
Put down your newspaper and light up a screen
There's maybes in your head and a full limousine
That you came for in your uniform only to go flying