i'm on the field at sunrise coming up
everything is as it was and that's what throws me off
there's a rhythm, i don't have to think it through
like muscles stuck in atrophy, like cuts patched up with glue
it's friends, you know, that come and go
but enemies accumulate
returning to the outskirts
where king county still will not incorporate
it's strangers living under the same roof
it's a textbook i consult for further proof
it's withholding to the point of forced release
it's a language i know fluently but i'm too anxious to speak
it's been so long since i've heard that song
i've been so down i've forgotten how it sounds
i'm back where people eat in front of television news
i'm back where people know how to sit still in the pews
a daisy chain of double-paned townhouses on the slough
it's a neighborhood watched over by the wealthy
for the few
