Stranded Town
she lives in a stolen car
down by the river
could be my stolen car
and if it was I’d probably forgive her
she came from Iowa
or maybe Tennessee
wound up stranded
don’t you see
stranded in a stranded town
money is as money does
and that’s the reason why
the windows all get dirtier
when somebody like her passes by
it’s a duality of opposites
in this part of town
everything either shiny new
or else it’s broken down
my hands are cleaner
than the hands of some of theirs
but the dirt is in the system
and its everywhere
and there is no antiseptic
that can do this kind of dirt
we’re gonna have to amputate
and it’s gonna hurt
storm clouds comin’ in
rain is pourin’ down
water seeks its own level
and its that level where we drown
when we are stranded
in a stranded town
caught between the mirrors
of success and blind ambition
is there anyone accountable
or is it just a random imposition
we bury them in landfills
beyond the shadows of our doubt
we honor them with candles
and then we blow them out