I know I’m not a carnival,
no joyful local festival.
I know I’m no carnival,
I’m the drive away
on a Jewish holiday from
a sorrowful ancient calendar,
a twenty four hour fast…
But I can last, I can last.

Chill out Jetta, Versa go!
Me, remember when you’re old.
Nothing gold forever holds.
We were dancing slow
After breakfast in our bathrobes.
Saw a vision of you at your end,
reliving that moment.
Yep we wept, but we kept dancing.
For a little while.

[Rust out Jetta, Versa roll.
Thyme and cumin, pepper, salt.
Shuck the mussel, swallow whole.
On the saddle, do it all.

Inward Jetta, Versa flow.
Aura, leather, linen, biome,
Skin and muscle, gristle, bone,
marrow, genome, ego, soul.]

Stall out Jetta, Versa go!
Come on Jetta, get us home!
I know I’m no Carnival.
And I’m paying the price.
Over the drive shaft, ice on ice.
Left was just a bald patch, you were right.
I came crawling back, you denied.
I’m a drag. I’m a dragon.

My life drags on.
Jetta get us home!
Take me home.
You were a vacation.
My medication.
Jetta, take me home!
Get us home.
Where is home?

Take me home.