Smells like autumn smells like leaves
you don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
and then get left alone.
Suck it up take a ride and take a walk.
Don't you know that old folks homes smell so much like my own.
The hotcha girls at the palisades dime store keets.....
Pretty birds.....Pretty mouths.
Mamas little truck stop rose, her dancy-Feet her happy laugh.
We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul de sac,
casting shadows throwing sparks.
We left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun....
The clipper ship across your chest.
Turns out the pony
only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys.
They learned it all from the polaroids.
Smells like autumn smells like leaves
you don't know that you'll rust up and not belong so much
and then get left alone.
Suck it up take a ride and take a walk
don't you know that old folks homes smell so much like my own home.
Time bends light, paints all peeling,
wait outside, take four rights.
The hotcha girls in the palisades, dime store keets
pretty birds pretty mouths.
Glass eyes and in the wooden teeth.
The engines roasting in deep deep sleep....it waits.
The mail came from miles away,
the postal man is always late, and we wait and we wait.
Tight lipped with a big 'ol mouth,
the government workers all deaded south while it rained
glassy eyes and the wooden teeth,
the engine rusted in deep deep sleep.
And it waits, and it waits, to awake.