Out Of Time

the radio song plays on and on

and I’m losing my religion over it,

and I’m just feeling low, low, low…

and over there, far away from

near wild heaven, the spouse

searches high and low for an

endgame, the end of the game

called life, the one that the

shiny happy people don’t want

to think about, to talk about…

we both belong and live

half a world away from

Texas and Arkansas,

namely Texarkana,

and we just gel together

in this place of country

feedback, where we strive

for betterment, she and me

in honey even when times

aren’t always happy sweet…

we progress until we’re

out of time, and that ending

means the most of all…

and the smile crosses his face,

the words in the track list 

came together after all