Spiders (Kidsmoke)

Spiders are singin' in the salty breeze

Spiders are fillin' out tax returns

Spinnin' out webs of deductions and melodies

On a private beach in Michigan

Why can't they wish their kisses good?

Why do they miss when their kisses should?

Fly like winging birds fightin' for the keys

On a private beach in Michigan

This recent rash of kidsmoke

All these telescopic poems

It's good to be alone

Why can't they say what they want?

Why can't they just say what they mean?

Come clean, listen and talk

Hello private callers, ID's blocked

The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars

The future has a valley and a shortcut around

Who will wear the crown of drowning award?

Hold a private light on a Michigan shore

Fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke

From a microscopic home

It's good to be alone

I'll be in my bed

You can be the stone

That raises us from the dead

And carries us all home

There's no blood on my hands

I just do as I am told