[00:00.38]02.Heart Of The Continent
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[00:08.05]North wind sinks
[00:09.74]The fence around a lot full of debris
[00:15.05]Near the corner of Memorial and Me
[00:23.43]Where resurrected brick and drywall lean back into place
[00:30.86]There's a terrified reflection of my face
[00:38.49]All alone at the gleaming knife display
[00:42.49]In the army surplus sales.
[00:46.42]As the dusk descends and my inspiration fails.
[00:54.80]Ghost-filled discount parkas, sleeping bags
[01:02.30]Peer at me from the crumpled dark.
[01:18.68]Inky bruises punched into the sky by bolts of light
[01:25.40]And then leak across the body of tonight.
[01:33.54]While rain and thunder drop and roll,
[01:37.29]Then stop short of a storm
[01:40.97]Leave the air stuck with this waiting to be born.
[01:48.85]As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door,
[01:56.78]Just another door that won't open for me anymore
[02:05.41]The exit red gets brighter then blinks off,
[02:15.72]Presses me into the crumpled dark.
[02:55.29]There's a billboard by the highway
[02:59.54]That says "Welcome to", "Bienvenue"
[03:07.10]But no sign to show you when you go away.
[03:15.60]And our demolitions punctuate
[03:19.23]
[03:23.21]All we mean to say, then leave too late.
[03:29.90]So I'll make my shaky exclamation mark
[03:38.58]With a hand full of the crumpled dark.