Heat Wave - The Ocean Party

The sun runnin' up her neck

To the range of her back

With every sign, the highway home

Speaks to me like a line upon my palm

It’s not my fault

I’ve never been good with distance

It won’t be my home

Ever again

Past the church

Birds nest in the hollow of the cross

Now the sun gives in

Now the coterie picks up

And as I wait for Katherine

All down the street, I hear

The screen door singin'

To the evening wind

We walk back down

The hill is an angled vigil

I look back out

Over the bridge

I don’t need it now

Seein' that it used to say somethin'

Somehow I just can’t recount

But I don’t mind

Maybe that’s gonna change someday

Right now I just can’t see how