"hot wind coming off the water
the sky gone crazy with stars
while we stay here we imagine we're alive
we see shadows on the walls
there's something waiting for us in the hot, wet air
sweat, water and alcohol
just the old blood
rising up through the wooden floor again
just the old love
asking for more again"
Listened to the Mountain Goats on the way to work this morning and they took me so far away. So far. Took me to cross country drives and southern sunsets, star-scattered stratospheres and rivers and motel rooms in July and car rides in heat and mid western storm-swirled skies with windows down, gas station pit stops, crickets and tall grass. Neon motel pools heat of day in the dead of night.
I want to go there with my boy. Boy, take me away.
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