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Like it's a dream -- and there's a moon, and a tune -- a shower in a motel room, and through the steam, and in my ear, I can hear squeaky fingers on the mirror. Beyond the door, out in the lot, the night is hot, and kids are givin' what they got; and is it me or is it fey, when I say, "It reminds me of another day?" Ya-hey! Out in the road, across the town, out and down, where they disappear without a sound, into the whole from whence they came, without a name, givin' and gettin' joy and pain; and into pants, then into boots, and business suits, to fill them out while they commute; or to remain in tricked out cars, and country bars, county fairs, and church bazaars -- Stay hard! Like it's a dream -- in motion slow, and they all know I hear them come and watch them go; and as the steam begins to clear, I face the mirror -- the evidence has disappeared into the hole from whence it came, still unnamed, like tomorrow's town is just the same; into the whole from whence I came, still unnamed, like tomorrow's town is just the same -- unnamed. |