lyrics by Mike Shepherd

A black ribbon
Rolled out before me
Registered clockwise
And counterclockwise
I hear a voice now
Is it the radio?
Or a reminder
Of a remainder
Piles of paper
Stacked like a canyon
Blown and scattered
And stained crimson
Or still standing
Locked and bolted
Left for dead
Gone and forgotten

There's a black car, there's a white car
Show me the distance. Show me the difference

Another breakdown
A strip of gravel
Vapor rises
From either side now
Like wet asphalt
In the summer
Or open wounds
In the winter

Pinch the bridge and
Massage the temples
Push it down and
Hold it under
A cold bed is
A cold comfort
It's all the same
Gone and forgotten