Frozen into coats
White girls of the North
Fire past one, fire the one
They are the fabled lambs
A Sunday ham
The ancient snow

And they can float above the grass
In circles if they tried
A latent power I know they hide
To keep some hope alive
That a girl like I could ever try
Could ever try

So we just skirt the hallway signs
A phantom and a fly
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection

And weakened falling eyes
In cheap shots from the tribe

And we're often in Marcus' porch again
Another afternoon with the gold head tunes
And pilfered booze

We wandered through your mama's house
And the milk from the window lights
Family portrait circa ninety-five
This is that foreign land
With the sprayed on tans
And it all feels fine
Beat it circa slime

So, when they tap our mundane heads
To zombie-walk in our stead
This town seems hardly worth our time
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme
To fall along in our crime
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection