11,593. I CAN'T BELIEVE THE TRICKLE

I CAN'T BELIEVE THE TRICKLE

Those are lies that we all must think -

the way things turn us around: Seasons

that change and the clocks that change 

with them; metaphors to misdeeds, cows

to the barn and back. I'm riding shotgun

on your stage for this one last trip; I'll

be sitting outside, up on top. And I don't

know why, either, but we're passing 

through that Oklahoma territory this

trip again; and you know I never like

it there. First it was the trains, as they 

wanted all the clocks alike. And then

it was the changing of times, as they

said they 'wanted better light.' And,
no, I can't believe what I have 
to put up with either....