i'll be coming on a westerly breeze

[she_is_a_liar]

sawdust and specks of what you love the most
your flag is black and blue
and tied
to a mailbox's post

north winds and cold fronts
make for long white days
'cause when fogs dont lift
and we cant see the cliff:

no tickertape parades

trav'ling along
the last show with no theme song
'cept the horse-hoof's clop

in clip
cant stop
all drop

it's christened us
all, amputees