You tangled up in the gnarled tree
You do as you damn well please
You torn and faded by the elements
Staring straight through me
You in suspended animation
You green-gone firefly
That storm brewing at your temple
Never seems to die
Oh where you driving son
To meet another one
Where you driving dear
To meet some other year
Your briny eyes a hall of mirrors
Your mouth a Rose Parade clown
Must be a trick of the light
I'm spinning all around
Through clouds of dandelion
Seeds sailing out on the wind
Hoping you'll be the one to
Plant yourself on in
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