At Odds

Beat ourselves to the promised land

It sure is loud at night

We might be smarter to park the car

You know we're losing light

Autumn is a downward slope

Take a lemon to go instead

Have a little faith

You haven't lost your touch, they said

You just look out of place

Shouldn't you be dressed for snow

Tell me where it's gonna go

There was a bird of prey on Myrtle Avenue today

Doing it the bad way

It plummeted down, and I knew that it knew

It would be soon going back, back up

You're gaining height

What is old is new for a stack of bones like you

Come up for air, feel despair in the daylight

Do me a favor, and avoid the easy joke

Make a mess make me proud make an impossible sound

At odds with the gospel of

Taller buildings and hollow love

At odds with the number gods

They've got no seeds only probable cause

This part's no good, this part's no good

A rearview mirror can be made to believe

You're a ball of clay on any other day

But even change can be made to change with dynamite

Elastic Cadillacs and cardboard cities never crack

They crease, the same way I bend my knees before sleep

And what is old is new for a pack of wolves in a red canoe

Cruising for altitude

And their money's no good here

It's never good anywhere

Don't fear the dark I fear no one

When you are shotgun

Currently my current's running gold

The tank's half full, the engine's gonna hold

I've moved dirt from one home to the next

Good worms, in turn they left

Beat ourselves to the promised land

But hope is not a crutch

Double parked in a minivan

The church of dirt and dust

Hallelujah

Do-si-do

Even a mirror can be made to believe