In a pretty sane reaction to a stone-cold month of Mondays
In a parking lot adjacent to the off-ramp for the freeway
The moon was dancing in the clouds
The wind was playing on the trees
With a tube stuck through the window
It's as easy as one, two, three
With a tube stuck through the window
He stuck by his decision to asphyxiate his fears
On the coldest day of the year
The mind keeps drifting backwards toward the formative years
(With nausea, not nostalgia). Bells are ringing in the years
The temptation to homogenize
the compulsion to submerge
Beneath a quantity of beer
Depression and detention and a rock to let off tension
Carbon monoxide. Carbon monoxide
Pulse like a receding tide
Can't you feel it slip away?
The earth which fed you now consumes you
"No one remembers what day it was
But everyone knows the trouble he'd seen...
Surface details all checked out
But there was no way to know for sure or not...
Split second decision...
Could've made it go the other way..."
